
Campobello Island, New Brunswick, viewed from Eastport, Maine.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Campobello Island, New Brunswick, viewed from Eastport, Maine.

Ours doesn’t come indoors until the day before Christmas and rarely is it decorated before dark. Long ago I learned the price of pushing the tradition to get the job done earlier in the day. Nope, it’s not a task to be done more efficiently.
Last year, we cut ours at Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge with a permit. You’d be amazed how few natural trees measure up. We’d see a good one only to find two growing close together. Separated, they were lobsided and had bald spots. This one caught our eye but we then passed, thinking it might be too open. A mile or two or walking later, we returned and decided to give it a try after all.
Here’s to the wonders of the tradition of sitting in a mostly dark room early morning or evening and enjoying the lighted branches.

Some things are timeless.


It’s that foot-tall wall of compressed flakes at the end of the driveway that concerns me. The stuff the city’s snowplows leave us in clearing our streets.
Not that I don’t appreciate having cleared pavement once I get out.

The hat makes all the difference.

It’s how we buy them in season down at the dock.
They freeze perfectly, too, with none of the added liquid you get at the store.


The White Birch goes all out for the holidays, as you can see approaching the store when you’re walking into downtown.

Down by the Breakwater.

This time of the year gets her creative juices flowing. Not that she’s alone on that front.

The Waco Diner’s looking quite festive. A nearly full moon adds to the effect.