christmas lumberjack
Well, I cut down a Christmas tree for the first time in my life yesterday.
It wasn't what I expected, partially because what I expected wasn't realistic: I'd pictured us walking through a forest of huge pine trees and chopping one down. Silly me. Of course, the trees aren't huge at all. They have to fit in your living room. So we found us a nice little perfectly conical little tree, a Virginia pine, and made it our own. We brought it home to put up later, probably today — what fun, to build this household together!
Later yesterday, we went to the wedding of a good friend. It was in Parker chapel, the place we got married. Yesterday was the first time we'd been back in it since our own ceremony. We were struck again by its graceful, perfectly modulated modernism. And we thought of the last eight months' journey. What fun, to build our lives together!
It wasn't what I expected, partially because what I expected wasn't realistic: I'd pictured us walking through a forest of huge pine trees and chopping one down. Silly me. Of course, the trees aren't huge at all. They have to fit in your living room. So we found us a nice little perfectly conical little tree, a Virginia pine, and made it our own. We brought it home to put up later, probably today — what fun, to build this household together!
Later yesterday, we went to the wedding of a good friend. It was in Parker chapel, the place we got married. Yesterday was the first time we'd been back in it since our own ceremony. We were struck again by its graceful, perfectly modulated modernism. And we thought of the last eight months' journey. What fun, to build our lives together!
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