Prior to moving to the Adirondacks, my family always bought their Christmas trees from a local Christmas tree farm (particularily, in the latter years of our Delaware residency, from Loblolly Acres). But for the last two years, my roommate and I have gone trekking through the woods for our Christmas trees and evergreen boughs. It is something I look forward to each year as it is what kicks off the holiday season for me (along with reading Truman Capote’s A Christmas Memory). And while it isn’t quite time for the Christmas tree (my sister requested that we wait until she comes home), Patrick and I did get some of our holiday decorations from the great outdoors this week.
The evergreen boughs we cut down will frame our door and possibly fill a few vases, bringing the bright pine scent indoors. I’m sure the shitten (shit + kitten) will attack the pine boughs, resulting in much swearing and frustration on my part as I put the evergreen cuttings back into the vases only to watch them be knocked out again until, finally, I give up.