Part of our yard was covered with pine needles.  It happens every fall.  We have four large white pine trees clumped together.  There were thousands, maybe millions, of brown pine needles that fell to the ground.  In fact, a few days ago we were playing a game of scrabble in our yard and there was an avalanche of pine needles upon us.  It amazed me there were so many.  This happens every Autumn–this shower of needles.

We said good-by to our Christmas tree last night.  It was an orphan tree we rescued:  an ice storm brought down a large branch from our large white pine and I sawed off part of it and brought the remainder in to use as a Christmas tree.

We first placed the trunk of it in a base and then we had to prop it up:  it sagged so we ran a rope from it to the ceiling and tied it down to the floor with the help of a basket moored to the floor by some weights.

My wife strung several hundred multicolored lights throughout it.  It looked absolutely beautiful lit up.  And we admired it several weeks.  It was one of the prettiest trees we ever had.

Tonight my wife stripped it of needles dropping them in a bucket.  She wanted to lay them in the flower bed.  We did not want to leave the bare tree naked and abandoned in our living room overnight so I brought it out and lay it outside for its final resting place.  It served us well.