Lined up and ready

There is no better sign of the holiday season than the arrival of the real christmas trees for sale in various parts of the neighborhood, in part because of the scent that it brings with it.  Walking through it with eyes closed, one can easily be transported out of the city- if but for a few seconds, which may be enough to stimulate the mind and heart.  As you know, I am forever talking about the need to escape the city- and I am sure that my time will come soon, and I don't mean in a wooden box.

Over the past few years, I have not bought a real tree as I found it a bit of a hassle to lug it back home using a little pushcart of sorts (myself being of the no car no driving not interested in cars nor driving variety) and it seems sad to see it wither away.   Lugging it to the junk pile was an additional turn off. So, I have had to make do with a fun little plastic white tree, a half sized number, but the truth is that I like it ever so much more- perhaps it reflects the growing unreality of the Christmas spirit.