We undecorated and took down the Christmas tree yesterday.
It’s always a sad chore, made sadder this year by all the new growth the tree has been sending out, so that even as some branches were losing copious quantities of needles, others were vibrantly demonstrating the tree’s potential for new life. It was if the tree didn’t realise it had been severed from the ground, or as if it had recovered from being ungrounded and was now settling in to life in its new location and new role in our living room, lapping up a gallon of water every day, busily producing.
It was hard to let it go, even though from its new location in the backyard, it may yet take on another role — as shelter for birds and small animals.
In memory of our resilient tree: