Taking down the Christmas tree.
It doesn’t look so pretty now, does it? And no one is coming to gather around the tree, not again, until December 2014.
No one is coming to help with this job either.
The lights are off, the glass ornaments are tucked back into their tissue, and their plastic bags, and their layers of felt, and safely stored away in their battered cardboard boxes.
The mantles are swept bare.
Bare looks good in January.
The denuded tree will finally exit down the back stairs on Sunday, with help from The Boy. We are still barely dug out after Winter Storm Hercules, so it won’t help anyone in our neighborhood to add an over sized pine tree to the giant snow piles in the back alley.
What I will keep is the amaryllis. Yes, I purchased this sprouting bulb at the beginning of December, so that it would be in full crimson bloom by Christmas Day. No dice.
But the budding amaryllis looks fresh and green and full of promise at the start of this New Year.
Maybe it will bloom for Valentine’s Day?
Done and dusted. I am going out to play in the snow.