When I was a little girl my dad would select one of the cedars growing in his gardens and one week before Christmas he would dig it up and carefully put it in a tub to bring into the living room. It usually touched the ceiling. He would do the same for the lower elementary school just two doors from our house. After Christmas he would plant the trees back in their spots.
By Christmas I knew by heart each ornament on our tree as I would look and enjoy each one every day.
My mother had beautiful ornaments from Czechoslavokia and Germany, the kind one no longer finds. I often wonder what some ungentle person did with her ornaments after her death. In my mind's eye I can still see them on her tree at Perilloux Place as though it were yesterday.
Each year as I decorate my tree the magic continues.
Happy Solstice everyone