Monday, December 25, 2017

My rescue tree rescued me.


Twas the night before the night before Christmas; and I found myself disappointed about having no tree. For the past several years, I've had one in my urban garden and in a number of cyber venues, (including posts here on Blogger), I have discussed how I've decorated it with white lights as well as  bird feeders.

I think my not having a tree when it was the night before the night before Christmas would have come as a surprise to Juan V, because the last time that he was here to help me do our winterizing ritual in my garden, he firmly predicted that I would get one. He even left a space for a Christmas tree with an easy to access a power cord to use for any lights that I might hang on it. All of this can be seen in the image atop this entry.

The thought of having no Christmas tree for the array of wild birds who visit here and who have used my various Christmas trees to keep warm over the years made me sad. And I dare say that members of the avian community have come to count on it.

This is evidenced by how a few types perched on my power cord which was intended for Christmas tree lights. I featured the following pictures of some of them doing this in a previous post.






Because of my feelings about the birds not having a place within my place to keep warm, I toyed with the idea of post-dating a check to someone in order to have funds for a tree. I also took another picture of the area where I planned to put it and added markings to the image (as seen below) in order for a nearby Christmas tree vendor to view it so they could help me determine what size to get, a size that would allow me easy access to replenish my wreath-style whole peanut feeder (indicated by the arrow at the left).


A number of bird types, especially blue jays, nosh from that feeeder.





So you can see, whenever I have a Christmas tree, I need to leave space for me to put a ladder in order to access the wreath-style feeder.

In any event, since it was already the night before the night before Christmas, I decided that I should go to a vendor close to me, which is one where I have gotten my Advent wreath a number of times over the years.

This year I didn't prepare one for Advent, however, the 2016 wreath I got from this particular vendor is featured in a few of my blog posts, and you can reference one of them by clicking here.

Moreover, in early December, a girl who works at the nearby vendor's station is the one who had given me replacement Christmas tree branches for the antlers and tails of my reindeer figurines (which are made from the often discarded parts of Christmas trees).

These figurines can be seen (with fresh antlers and tails) in the image directly below, which features them atop a set of shelves in my main living area.


Because that vendor gave me some Christmas tree branches, I came to the conclusion that if I got a tree this year it should be from her station. Therefore, I planned to go their station on Christmas Eve after I could get some money with a post-dated check.

However, I wasn't feeling comfortable doing this since I have no anticipation of immediate funds (my book and related projects are not brining in sufficient revenue yet; and I didn't want to be concerned about covering my check — but I kept thinking about my visiting birds, and I ultimately headed to that nearby vendor for a tree.

It was when I was one or two blocks north of their vending station that I spotted an abandoned Christmas tree in a stand. When I saw it, I instantly thought of Amy Regenbogen, who has been so supportive of me during this rough time. In our correspondence, she had mentioned that I might find a tree on the street and this may have been the reason that I noticed the abandoned tree. I immediately recused the sweet tree by bringing it to my home and giving it some water.

This little Christmas tree can be seen in the next image standing in my garden where it awaits being decorated with lights and bird feeders, which I have not been able to do as of this posting because it's been raining.


As for the nearby vendors, I told them the story of the rescued tree and that I would not be getting one from them due to "my find," as well as due to my financial circumstances. They didn't mind losing a sale to a rescued tree as evidenced below.


And I did give them a bottle of wine (after I took a picture of it) as a token of my appreciation for the tree parts.


The vendors and I hoped that we'd see each other for the 2018 Christmas season, and as I write this post they are driving back to their respective hometowns, which I believe are all in Canada.

Now, as I look out my window on this Christmas morning, and see the tree I rescued standing in my garden, I have full knowedge that the sweet tree rescued me too.

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