A cute little six inch pine tree appeared in my garden one day. I couldn't pull it out or cut it down. It wasn't hurting anything. The next year I thought, "It will be a problem some day, but it's too cute right now." Then it was four feet high and a little too big for me to move and looked just like a perfect xmas tree. So I decided to let it grow another year and bring it in for xmas. That year it snowed too early and there was absolutely no chance of digging into the snow drift to cut it. Before I knew it, it was huge, blocking the sun to my bright orange azaleas and flutterby rose bush. I decided I'd cut it this summer—which seemed like a waste when I could use the top 1/4 for a xmas tree. Yesterday I finally did it.
Today I can't move one side of my body due to sore ribs, but I have the niftiest xmas tree ever. It's the biggest one I've ever had—and the strangest. What I couldn't see from the ground is that the trunk splits and it has two tops. I'll have to borrow an extra star. It is quite lopsided, but you can smell it all over the house. Even the wreaths I made for some friends make a whole house smell great. I have the most excellent led bulbs that look like the old-fashioned kind, but don't get hot.
It's one of those things that I just want to sit and stare at. I haven't decorated it yet, but I stayed up late last night hypnotized by the lights. I can't tell you the joy of putting up an aromatic, crooked xmas tree with no one telling you the lights aren't even or that you missed a spot. Glorious. I'm not going to decorate it until my friends come over for wine.
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