I’ve been trying to figure out how to get our dried-out 12′ tall christmas tree out of the condo. We witches like to burn our trees and greens at Imbolc, so I somehow need to get it to Kate’s house without leaving a trail of needles across I94.
So, I spread out a sheet, borrowed Kate’s hedge clippers, poured myself a glass of wine, and snipped away. Artemis helped, of course.
Thanks, little tree. You were the best 12-foot-tall-first-condo-christmas-tree ever.