For about twenty years, we’ve enjoyed living Christmas trees in our family. One of our potted trees actually lasted for ten years. By year ten, an overabundance of ornaments masked the tree’s spindly lankiness. I felt guilty disposing of the tree, until someone told me, “For ten years you saved a tree.”
Waiting for pick-up, and on the dolly.
This little topiary fir is my favorite so far. This is its third Christmas, and it seems to be especially healthy. Lots of new growth resulted from one dose of fertilizer in the spring.
Poised for my advance.
The finished tree looks so simple – it’s hard to believe it took me about three hours to dress it up. The star is wired to a bamboo skewer propped amongst the branches. The glittery deer were a last minute touch that came as nice surprise. Some small trees are difficult to load on the jewelry. This tree easily accommodates my glitzy wishes.