|12/14/20 Our livingroom, 6 a.m.|
For the first time in 30-plus years, we decided not to put up a Christmas tree. It’s always been our tradition to pick out a tree at the lot sponsored by a Boy Scout troop in our neighborhood every year. We both miss the scent of pine in the house, but I’m not sad about it (especially sweeping and vacuuming all the needles afterwards). It just seemed like a good time to simplify.
Instead, Greg hung strings of blue lights around our front-facing windows. In addition to being visible from the street, they illuminate the livingroom in a cheerful, festive way. During these shortest of days when dusk seems to begin around 3 p.m., we need all the light we can get.
The morning after he put them up, I was downstairs by 6 a.m. We had left them on all night, and the lights gave off a soft, cool shimmer. If we had put up a tree, it would have blocked that very same window where I have been making my sketches in the dark (I lower the shade and perch on the arm of that chair). I sketched this from the couch across from the chair, the livingroom warm and quiet.
Sometimes losing one thing means gaining another.
This shows such a mood...the semi-darkness before the break of day! I debated if I wanted to go through all the work to put up our tree, and decided I needed to do it. It brings me such pleasure to look at it, and since I'm spending so much more time at home I think I am appreciating it more.ReplyDelete
I'm happy to hear you went ahead and put your tree up! If you enjoy it, then it's important keep doing it. And it's true -- we are all spending way more time at home... that's why I've upgraded all my towels and kitchen things! ;-)Delete