Friday, 8 May 2009

ou se trouvent les aiguilles de hier?

I walked around the ancestral estate in the sunshine yesterday. In one of the more far-clung corners I saw our most recent Christmas tree. It was pale brown, naturally, but its needles were all still attached.* I gave them a tug. They were firmly attached. We all know (blah) that the crystal rattle of falling needles every time you walked within five yard of the old-style tree has gone the way of the dinosaurs, but I hadn't realised just how resilient the new breed were.

Yes, yes, I am back, and this is not the only interesting thing I have learned or thought during my break. Be still your beating hearts and so on and so forth.

*Due diligence: I did not check ALL the needles.

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