Steve and I wanted to get a living Christmas tree this year. We figured it'd be a nice little tree that we could keep in the house for a few weeks, and then it could live out its days in the garden.
We wandered around our local nursery and looked at all of the trees. And I mean all of them. I had really taken to a small Black Hills Spruce, so we brought it home with us. After Steve had finished re-potting it, he came inside and showed me a nasty rash forming on his arms. He was allergic to the new tree.
We could probably have put it back in its pot and returned it, but I wasn't sure if that was exactly kosher for the nursery business. And even if it was, I really did like that tree... that's why we bought it after all. So the tree stayed.
But we realized it was probably impractical to have it in the house, since Steve was going to break out in welts if he accidentally brushed against it. So, we found a compromise.
The little tree looks great by our front door, all covered in lights. I'm not sure where it's going to live after the holidays, but we'll figure that out later.
No comments:
Post a Comment