With Natalie headed back up North to school on Wednesday, I decided it was time to get the Christmas Tree out to the street today so that we'd have a few days to process one sad event before we had to digest another. For this specific tree, there's no reason to be sad. It had a particularly good run, having been brought into the home on December 11. Which makes it a 6-week tree, maybe the longest-serving tenure of any tree in our household.
And of course, it began life as a miracle tree, scooped from the dregs of trees available under the peculiar market conditions of the Year of Lockdown, which we hope we must never repeat. We have enjoyed it immensely, as have, of course, the cats, who have sipped from the sweet sweet waters of its base for a goodly while.
OK, enough stalling. Time to go face the music and get her out to the street.
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