And though in tinsel chain and popcorn rope
My tree, a captive in your window bay,
Has lost its footing on my mountain slope
And lost the stars of heaven, may, oh, may
The symbol star it lifts against your ceiling
Help me accept its fate with Christmas feeling. (Robert Frost)
I forgot we left the ladder to the new homeowners back in Ann Arbor. I knew they would have lots of leaves to clean out of the gutters.
The tree is tall, no ladder, what to do, what to do? I slept on this dilemma and woke up early with an idea. I pushed the tree carefully across the room and then…(please just ignore those pajamas, if you can)