Do they really have toes? I don’t know. Probably, tiny insect toes to hold on.
I still have a daisy blooming outside in spite of weather dropping below freezing off and on for a week. We had snow flurries, but further out in the county, they got inches of snow. Port Townsend is in on the Quimper Peninsula, sticking out from the Olympic Peninsula, so all that water gives us a different microclimate.
This is the second year for my “Christmas stick”. I put it up last year because I had these two kittens tearing things apart.
First I need to get the stick to stand. I had a bare stick, with the angel on top, for a week.
Then I cut four branches from the huge tree in my yard and added them to the stick.
The cats wondered, but this year they are not knocking it over so far. I put up lights and decorations yesterday. Not the glass ones: paper and soft ones. Because I’m not sure about the cats.
The cats still aren’t sure about it. We tend not to have a lot of mosquitoes even in summer, partly because the wind often howls up my street. The mosquitoes are blown inland. Too cold right now.
I am going through photographs. This is Elwha before Christmas. “Why stick with lights, mom? What is it for?” Good question.
“I still do not understand the stick with lights and branches. But I love you anyhow, mom.”
Well, the stick with lights was ok when it got knocked over by young curious cats Elwha and Sol Duc. And I added four branches, but not a whole tree. I was traveling anyhow, so I did not want a formerly live tree.
I am not sure that the photograph really fits the prompt, the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sleekit. But maybe a yelling rubber chicken is appropriate. I start my tree this year with a bare stick with a fork in it.
I add lights to my stick.
I add ornaments to my stick.
The cats promptly knock it over and break some.
I remove delicate ornaments and get out the plastic and soft ones.
I finally add four branches from my cedar.
This is my adult children’s fault. They told me not to get a live tree. I figured that a dead one is legit, right?
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