This past Christmas my hubby bought me two Christmas trees. Yes, treeS. I ended up with four Christmas trees in my house and have concluded that it still wasn't enough.
It's at Christmas time that I tend to find out who is as obsessed with Christmas as I am, and who just likes to have a few days off from work. I'm usually the minority, but I've made my peace with it.
In case you missed my Christmas post, here's what the live trees in my house looked like:
There is something special about a live tree at Christmas time.
There is something even more special about a live tree that you can plant in your backyard after Christmas is over. We did this once before over the course of the six married Christmases we've had, but then took a little break because: a) we waited until it was too close to Christmas and potted Christmas trees were not to be found or b) we were lazy that year and just didn't do it at all.
We made up for it this year by buying two trees.
I'm absolutely in love with the long pine tree. The other one is beautiful too, after all, it is exactly what a Christmas tree should be, but the long pine one is so rustic and romantic.
Speaking of rustic and romantic....
Hubby finally had the time to plant my trees for me. The tree to the right in this picture is the one we planted a few years ago.
Planting the trees was an eye opener to the sad state our backyard is in due to us simply ignoring it for the last....three years.
Reminder: Don't judge me.
While hubby planted the basic Christmas tree in the backyard, I pretended I knew what I was doing and tended to our little splotch of land beside our porch. There were leaves, weeds, papers, cans, and all kinds of other wonders buried in that area.
Two pregnant trash bags later and the area was ready for hubby to plant the other tree.
Even with all that, I don't think the front area beat the jungle growing in our backyard.
Everyday I pray and thank God that my town doesn't issues tickets for people who have disgusting backyards.
The goal now is to try and fix the backyard up and perhaps even start a small garden.
I'm mad, I know.
To be continued?