We only half remember that evergreens were once an object of worship.
When nights are long and the land lies sleeping we long have loved
continuing the ancient custom of brightening the house with festive greenery.
It makes no matter, fine needled or broad leaved, the season transforms these
hardy plants into something wonderful.
A living proof in winter that nature has not abandoned the earth.
Wreaths, garlands, clumped on the mantle, arching the doors, scenting the house.
Green, forever reminding us of the timeless cycle of love.
Redwood, pine, fir, eucalyptus, laurel, rhododendron, holly, it makes no difference.
A short walk, crisp air and sharp shears.
Cut with reverence.