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JevInstincts
I was all prepared to bark and rave about Christmas trees this month, but I decided to write about getting older instead. I live in a nice suburban neighbourhood, and being in Canada there's an abundance of tree farms - so naturally most people have real trees at Christmas (for those of you who are not familiar with the concept of tree farming it's pretty bizarre. There are whole communities built around the industry. Paul Bunyan is their patron saint. And there is currently a huge debate raging in the House of Commons about the use of certain hormone treatments that ensure lush, albeit odd looking foliage). A strange thing happens around the end of April, and continues on until mid May or so. Christmas trees start showing up. Nice brown ones at that. The first one I noticed this year was right across the way from us. One day this tree just appeared, and there it stayed for a few weeks, until one day it disappeared. Mysteriously a Christmas tree showed up in the vacant lot beside our house. Then our neighbour's tree made an appearance on their patio, and it stayed there until one day it too vanished. Oddly enough a dead Christmas tree materialized in the ditch near our house. Where were these trees from December to the present? Standing undecorated in someone's living room? I don't get it. It's not that hard to get rid of a tree. My goodness people, the thing to do is get rid of the darn thing while it's still green. Do what I do: go to the nearest park, dig a small hole and plant it (at night of course). Then when it turns brown some diligent park employee makes a note of it and pretty soon a new replacement tree is planted. Low and behold I've made my contribution to beautifying the city. Ah crud, I wasn't going to go on about those blasted trees. I guess that's part of getting older. You get sidetracked easily, and when you do eventually work your way back to the subject you can't remember what you were going to say in the first place. Well that's it for this month. Check back in July and I'll see if I can remember what I wanted to say this month. In the meantime, Merry Christmas. I'm going to go out and check on the new tree in our park. Jevster, |
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