|Project by Josh||posted 05-18-2011 06:22 AM||1332 views||0 times favorited||4 comments|
See them there sticks? Yep, that’s right. They are cuttings off of this past year’s Christmas tree that was hand-picked from the mountains of Colorado. Man, there’s nothing like traversing the treacherous terrain of those foothills with a thermos full of hot chocolate, Mable the able Mercury Sable hoofing it with all the muster she can muster. I’ll tell you what, though; In PA they have farms devoted to the upbringing of Christmas trees. So, they are impeccable specimens of coniferous wonderment. Left to grow in the wilds of the Colorado wilderness leaves trees look, well, uncared for and pathetic. We got our prized jewel before those danged beetles defiled it with their gnawing and their chewing and their disrespect for all things tree (sigh). Well, actually, the frame of this box was indeed defiled by the beetles as evidenced by the blue dye that they spit all of the interior of the tree. Actually, I don’t know why the wood turns blue when the beetles take over. Maybe it’s a reflection of the tree’s mood once it realizes the parasites within are slowly draining the life out of it (double sigh). The hardware was from one of those smelly candles my wife and I, I mean, my wife likes so much. Hmmm hmm. Yeah, so that’s pretty much it.
-- Tree, wood, and box lover from Pennsylvania