Well, to me it is sweet anyway.
I was heading out to work one morning week before last and we saw a Christmas tree thrown out across the street. What the heck, a week or so before Christmas? Well, when I got back home there was the tree sitting in a stand that we had found a while back, that holds water, right by the screened porch entry. I could see ‘why’ they had thrown the tree out, it was dying and needles were falling, but it smelled! I was thrilled. All week long I’ve enjoyed this wonderful scent as I walked past or as I was working in my shed’s garden. Aaaahhh! DH knows how I love the smell of a good Christmas tree. Every Christmas I walk up to the trees at the grocery store and stick my face in them to take in their scent, I can’t help it. (We’ve had a few real trees over the years, but they aren’t worth the expense or the hassle. I enjoy my fake trees, they just don’t have that wonderful scent.)
So, here’s a picture of my Christmas aromatherapy this year. I might be saving some of the needles for potpourri, or for putting in sachets. The rest will become mulch.
There are many ways to show love each and every day,
and DH setting up this tree just for me
was one of them.
I took a picture of the yellow dwarf poinciana yesterday morning, and edited and cropped it for some close ups.
Have a nice week.
Words to ponder each and every day.
He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not,
but rejoices for those which he has.