O Christmas tree

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
~Laura Ingalls Wilder


Raspberry and I got up after midnight to take this. I wasn't sleeping anyway after conking out on the couch after dinner and waking up immediately after getting properly in bed. I still feel dragged down by the cough, but it's slowly going away.

The weather is most unseasonable, warm and showery. It feels ridiculous, as a New Englander, to be setting up a winter wonderland inside the house with balmy temps outside.

This fresh cut tree from a local farm in Scituate is shorter than we usually get. We have small square rooms with high ceilings and try to get narrow, tall trees to fit the space. It's not easy, most are really wide. This year's crop was not great, strange weather and a disease that affected lots of the offerings, so we did the best we could. It smells great and will last without dropping all it's needles by the 25th. Raspberry watched me decorate it yesterday and was reserved and well behaved this year.

For the Record,
This day came in damp , and unseasonable warm yet again. I suppose it's better than snow and it saves on theheating bills, but it feels strange.