“Since golden October declined into sombre November. . .
the land became brown sharp points of death
in a waste of water and mud.” – T.S. Eliot
It’s our practice every Christmas season to get a small tree from a wooded secondary road we know well…we dig the tree up, root ball and all, and plant it in a large container on our balcony. We usually string it with lights for the holidays and tuck treats for the birds into the branches. Come warmer weather, assuming it has wintered well, we replant the tree in a place we can return to years later to check its growth. One such tree — a tiny, “Charlie Brown” pine — is now well over fifteen feet tall and thriving.
On our short hike to find a tree today, I took some photos of the November woods — neutral, brown, beige, cream, grey, celadon — sombre indeed, but still, in its own way, breathtakingly beautiful and vibrant.
[photos © Nancy Bond]