My beautiful blue spruce came down this morning. I started plucking ornaments off not long after dawn before I could relent ...and leave it up a few days weeks longer... It made its exit out the door in a yin and yang trail of weeping sap and three dustpans full of fallen needles... (Did you know that cars actually slow down as they pass a house with a tree at the curb in February? I won't bore you with how I happen to know this.)
Benedetti siano gli istanti, i millimetri e le ombre delle piccole cose.
// Blessed are the moments, the millimeters and the shadows of little
things. -...
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