Tuesday, February 9, 2010
old Christmas trees never die...
...they just get planted, watered, and grown into windbreaks.
That's what happens to 'em around here, anyway.
I dug this hole. Well, finished it. Dad just loosened up the soil on top, then I did the rest with a post-holer. I actually got a bit overenthusiastic—the hole was too deep, even after we added some sterilized steer manure to the bottom. But here's the finished product!
This one's for you, Polly.
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I love that you plant your trees after you are done with them. We gave up on real Christmas trees years ago. It seemed so wasteful. Unfortunately, around here there aren't an abundance of Christmas trees with roots still intact (well, there are, but they're still in the ground, growing where they should be) so we have resorted to the ones that have never been alive. Doesn't make the house smell as good, but a little pine scented spray is a good substitute.
Thanks, love! That's a darling tree, I must say.
propinquity: You do what you can. Better a faux tree than just going through a lot of trees with no roots. But is pine-scented spray really that good of a substitute...?
Polly: You're welcome. I picked the tree out this year. It's our biggest yet. We have to get progressively big ones, though, because our family tradition is buying a new ornament every year. We've got ones that are 20+ years old; and others we've collected from all the places we've lived.
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