Sunday, December 21, 2008


I went out this afternoon and cut a tree of my own for the first time since I was grown. I went for years without a tree at my place, and my parents (where I spent holidays) had an artificial one after my mother got allergic to them. I said I'd never have a tree that wasn't a cedar, so I couldn't buy one. When I bought a house in North Carolina, I had my first tree of my own: very small, and cut without permission from somebody's hedge of variegated pyracanthus, where a cedar wasn't going to last long. Then, when I moved back to Kentucky, one of my friends and I would go tree-poaching. We'd find a fence row with a lot of little cedars in it, and she'd drive slowly back and forth, and we'd decide on one, and I'd hop out with the pruners and nab it and throw it in the back seat. Then, after she died, I couldn't bear to go tree-poaching without her, so I haven't had one until this year. You can see even with my phone camera that it stood up to a lot of wind--I tried straightening it up in the bucket, but it wouldn't cooperate.


  1. I'm at my MIL's which means artificial tree, but I sure miss the real smell. Though I think we've only had pine, not cedar. Sounds like some sweet but sad memories--it's tough losing a friend.

  2. Cedar is the traditional country Christmas tree here in Kentucky. Nothing else smells right to me. My mother, growing up in south Alabama, always had pine.
    I still think of things that Linda would be the perfect listener for. She was my real estate agent when I moved back to Kentucky, and by the time we'd spent fifteen minutes on the phone discussing what kind of house I needed, I knew we would be friends.

  3. What a great tree! I think Linda is smiling at your tree nabbing, and your remembering her. Christmas blessings!