We purchased this tree in an urn last Christmas, because the previous tree was too big and bushy for that corner of the room. Now, I am debating whether or not to decorate this tree in an urn. For some reason, I just am not in the mood. Fortunately, it came with lights, berries, and pine cones already tied to the branches.
Some of my blog friends have been hit with the first snow storm of the season. Snow is something I don’t miss, because I always associate snow with bitter cold weather. I had enough white Christmases in Europe and New York City (1969-1975) to last a lifetime. Give me balmy Hawaii any day.
For you new readers who have not heard this anecdote before: I remember the first time I experienced snow. I was in Zurich, Switzerland in November 1969 (on my solo trip around the world), when I looked out the window and said, “Why is the rain so white?”
An elderly woman replied, “Haven’t you seen snow before? Go outside and taste it.”
I went out on the deck and stuck out my tongue. “Well,” I said, “it sure doesn’t taste like sugar.”
And that was my first experience with snow. What was yours like?