...that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it? A life of lemons? I can think of worse, for certain. I went out this afternoon with the girls to get their hair cuts (both are VERY happy with their new do's and I'm happy they're happy!) and run a few other errands....one of which was to go to the local (family owned) nursery to look for a Christmas tree. We're going with a live one this year, which we will then plant on our new property. I think it fitting for a first Christmas here, don't you?
As we wandered the lot oohing and aaahing over all the ground's offerings - bundled up in our warmest gear (including my new, yummy scarf) - I found myself most drawn to the non-Christmas trees. I could see their lovely branches reaching high in my living room decked out in lights and my vintage ornaments - smokey grey shades of glass. The magnolias with russet under-bellied leaves, or the paper birch with their peeling white bark, or the coral bark maple with, well, coral bark. Gorgeous. Every last naked one of them. Trying to choose a favorite was harder than one might imagine. Especially with protests swirling about from my little ones that "we HAVE to have a REAL Christmas tree mom!!" I suppose they are right...what is Christmas without a strong needled, earthy scented visitor?
So, the Deodar Cedars found us all hovering about in agreement that THIS was the perfect Christmas tree. We ALWAYS buy our tree as a family - together freezing on the mountain or on some lot somewhere with me having the strongest opinion and Vince happily giving strong thumbs down to a few and always telling the girls "We're going to get the one mom wants". He stands up for me every now and then. :) This year, I surrender. We'll get the ones the GIRLS want....and I'll love it.
We left the lot with no tree. We'll go back as a family and choose the perfect specimen. But, I did not leave empty handed. No sir-ee. I came home with a fat little Meyer Lemon tree to fill my studio.(yes, they look like limes but really they're lemons in progress....ripening and maturing and coming into themselves.) Oh my goodness does it smell divine! DIVINE, I tell you!! I couldn't very well just leave it there! I will put it out in the summer and we will enjoy the delicious fruit. (I would have also adopted a kiwi "breeding pair" but the male version of the variety I wanted was not in stock so those little sweeties will have to wait until spring to come home with us. Sigh.)
With the scent of lemons filling the air in my studio slash sun porch slash entryway,I set about tidying up the horrid mess I had created over the past few weeks. A box here. Another box there. Boxes on boxes of things to eventually sort and put away. What a mess - barely a path to the table which was actually in pretty decent order until I started "cleaning" and needing a place to set things in the interim of finding them a permanent home. Now, this is what the table looks like. A shame. But tomorrow I will finish. I am so so anxious to get to that table and play.