Apart from an unusually long delay with our dinner order earlier tonight, our local garden center definitely came through for us this year. It’s been a few years since we’ve had a real tree for Christmas and as we weren’t headed anywhere special this year, an after-work trip to get our very own Nordmann pine happened just as planned. Though the ride back in our car was a bit tight – I was surprised it fit at all! – in less than five minutes I was lugging Nordmann out of the trunk and up to our flat with only a little effort. It’s the biggest tree we’ve had in our relatively small apartment so far and it’s giving me joy without even trying.
It’s not a supermodel but it was calling out our name when we saw it, and at just €20 who am I to argue. My canvas is ready for this year.