Well, I took down all of the Christmas decorations last week, but the tree is still hanging out in the living room, and apparently doing quite well. So well, in fact, that it has its very own little salad garden sprouting on top of the root ball.
I wonder if they’re edible.
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
Stories We Need to Know: Reading Your Life Path in Literature by my dear friend Allan Hunter who happens to also be married to my dear, dear, dear friend Cathy Bennett. This one is next on my list!
January 23rd, 2008 at 9:06 am
Oh, wow, the live tree with the root ball. I did that the first year I had my house. It took two very strong guys forever to wrestle it into the house and then back out. Planting it in January in my Grandma’s front yard down in Copley was also a hoot. My uncle grabbing the shovel from me because I had no idea how to wield it. Thanks for bringing back the hilarious memories!