Charlie Brown isn’t the only one this season filling overlooked greenery with holiday cheer.
While at the hardware store, my sister-in-law noticed a garbage bin full of trimmed Christmas tree branches, destined for the landfill. Here’s what happened next:
We didn’t need a tree, but visions of wreaths and garland were dancing in our heads.
Down from the attic came a couple of grapevine wreaths, into which I stuffed snipped bits of fir. The rest was tucked into every open space on the fireplace mantles. Nothing fancy, but fifteen minutes of work and the house smells like a winter wonderland.
No doubt about it now, Christmastime is here.
