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Have I ever mentioned this tree? It came to my family as a little spiky branch, only a few inches high, in a brown paper envelope in the mail. We were to plant it in honor of Earth Day, perhaps. My father planted it in my grandparents yard, and now, somewhere around 20 years later, I look at it every day, marveling at the fact that it is as tall in feet as it is old in years.
My non-traditional tree, which I’ve posted about before, decked out for the holidays. Last year I had fairy lights and disco balls, but this year I decided to use a single spot lamp and let the light breaking over the disco balls be their twinkly replacement. I’m much happier with this solution, as I am with the giant, pointy, slighty dangerous looking folding paper star.
This is the tree in my living room. It’s in permanent residence, but I thought it was time that it dressed up nicely for the holidays.
Lit at night.
This is my puny backyard tree. It stands next to my giant fir (not pictured), which makes it look even more small and pathetic by comparison. To jazz it up a bit, I decided to purchase a bird feeder. Just in time for winter, I thought, now I can fatten up all the visiting robins and cardinals.
Nary a single robin nor cardinal has visited. Instead, this host of sparrows has practically decimated the feeder in roughly a week, and spends all its time loitering about, like a gang of teens hanging outside a convenience store. I think they’re driving away my other business, but I don’t mind.
In defiance of the recommendations and judgements of most everyone I know, I brought my infamous tree from the old place to Number 9… on foot. It’s too delicate to move in a truck, too big to fit in a car, so it had to be trotted over personally (along with my giant blank canvas, but that’s another story for another day).
The ceilings at the old place were roughly a foot higher than they are here, so I got my saw out and took off a piece of the trunk, and after a half hour of turning and placing I think I’ve settled on leaving it in the corner by the window, where it will undoubtedly be met with the same puzzlement and consternation that it was greeted with before…
tree in the bedroom!