Our plan was to get our tree from the Christmas tree farm across the street. Of course. But when we pulled into the driveway, we saw the “Sold Out” sign. The other tree farm, a few miles away, was closed, too. And it just wouldn’t be right to get a tree at Home Depot, shipped from Canada, when we live in the woods. So, back home we went, grabbed a couple of saws and a sled, and tromped into our woods.
A tree that grows in the woods will never be perfectly shaped and full like the ones you can buy. Those are planted in straight rows, in the open, with lots of room, and they’re pruned into shape as they grow.
Are you tired of these pictures yet? I’m not. I’m entranced by this place, every day.
I love Saturdays because I get to take the dogs out after sunrise. So, we took a little walk around the yard instead of just standing around in the “dog pen,” the fenced area on the slope in front of the house.
This is the dog-walking maneuver I like to call the Troika.
This morning at 5:30, while the dogs and I walked our usual loop around the yard a few times, I heard eery chiming music drifting up from the forest. Just for a moment, and very faintly, then fading away.
Some days, the grief of the world breaks into my heart and overtakes me. Sometimes I know why, but usually not. Today I will just ride the wave of tears that is flowing through me. No one thing is worse today than yesterday. And tomorrow will be easier. But I have a thin skin and a tender heart today.
Peace and kindness, love and light be with you all.