At Tall Tales headquarters there is not a sharp line between the holidays and the rest of January.
This means that the re-populated pygmy forest may remain standing for another month, in order to receive maximum sunlight, before it once again goes into hibernation.
I made myself stop at seven additions to the grove this year. Remnants from socks, ponchos, scarves, sweaters, and afghans. I have enough corks to make countless more. Maybe at knitting retreat in January I will need to teach Joan how to make them. No home should be without it's own stand of trees.
Meanwhile, in between finishing off a bottle of sparkling wine I am busy issuing tickets to all the Santa's who have gathered at the train station. I must remember where they each came from so they don't get sent to the wrong point of origin.
You will notice, with the exception of one, they all seem okay with waiting. Last year they got in a hurry and Christmas Eva's neck got broken. Which taught us all a lesson about taking our time. The tree is still up, the wreaths are still fresh, the candles still burning.
I am distracted by sunsets, and trying to decide which movie we should watch tonight (we saw Captain Fantastic last night - highly recommended), and reading my sisters blog post about Julio, which has me laughing like a hyena which is not a good thing when you have been finishing up a bottle of wine. Happiest of New Years friends and family, I look forward to new adventures with you in 2017.
That one santa down in the right lower corner doesn't look very happy to be waiting to go home--ai think you better put him back up with the tree forest so he can get more sunshine- In the first photo he is there-then I see he was moved to the waiting line...Happy New year!!
Posted by: Janet G | 01/02/2017 at 06:47 AM