Last weekend, on a blazing hot 37 degree day, I visited a Christmas tree farm. I was on a mission to find a tree that was both nice and full, but also not yet in possession of a ‘sold’ sticker.
I walked through rows upon rows of bushy Christmas trees, the blazing hot sun burning on my pale skin. Despite finding a nice full one, I decided to move on in search of something better, only to later decide to double back and try to find the needle in a haystack. Thankfully I had a clue in the form of a giant spiderweb.
My brother cut it down with a simple hack saw, as I stood and pulled the tree away from him. We heaved it onto the little cart we were also supplied with, and headed back to load it onto the back of his ute.
A real Christmas tree is somewhat of a newer tradition in our house, and something that I didn’t truly appreciate until I tried it. The fullness, the colour and the smell. Nothing beats it. We keep it out on the patio, which I also like to deck out with lights. Perfect to sit under on a cool Summer’s evening.
With the silly season upon us, Kerri’s idea of not posting about diabetes is a subtle reminder to spend some time doing something that makes you happy. To spend some time unwinding and focussing on having a good time, rather than getting too caught up in the intricacies of this damn condition.
So, that’s exactly what I plan on doing over the festive season.
For me, that’s likely going to look like renewing my Netflix subscription, spending time outdoors, reading the stack of newsletters and magazines I’ve fallen behind on, eating and drinking, and hopefully reconnecting with the DOC.
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas. Thanks for being a part of my tribe this year.
Oh tree shopping in Indiana is done in long underwear and battery operated socks. Seems like a different experience in Australia. That is OK, December 21 is our shortest day of the year and it will be time to start planning our summer wardrobe. So Frank, what will you be wearing on June 21? LOL