Pine needles, still smelling of Christmas–
litter swept into the dustpan.
Just took down Christmas yesterday. Made me sad. I miss my Christmas house.
Me too. I love decorating the house, etc.
We took down the little $2 fake tree we got from the corner thrift shop. It shed as many needles as a real full-sized tree. We were all sweeping up with you. Synchronicity.
Certainly was a lot of that going on this past weekend, I bet. A little sad…
You can make clothes out of pine needles, Susan. But they don’t do so well in a wind. What is a “small stone” by the way?
Prickly clothes too, I’ll bet. Mine went in the compost. So still using them 😉
A small stone is a thought, a quick image. No true set form, just brief–but still complete. Sometimes mine run away with me and become prose-poems.
I am sure I can almost smell the Christmas. 🙂
I can still, though it is fading…
We’ve always had a real tree at Christmas, but are seriously thinking of going for one of the fake ones for next year … but somehow, something makes me hesitate …
Lovely small stone, Susan 🙂
Polly, thank you. I love the scent of pine, and even sweeping up is a ritual I would miss.
So lovely and yet so sad..
fragrant litter – what a notion. Love it!
Thanks, Terry! It is rare that our leavings are so fragrant (in a good way).
One of the saddest things in childhood, the disassembly of anticipation.
Nelle–how beautifully you capture that truth I had forgotten. Wow.
Thanks… it is indelibly stamped in memory, decorations removed, the tree tossed outside for disposal, it’s purpose spent. Yet, seeing it left me feeling I ravaged and abandoned it after taking what I wished.
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