Reub's journey

19 December 2010

The day

Today it was raining when I awoke.  I built a fire using the embers from last night's blaze, and made a pot of coffee. I played with Ed and Reub in the backyard, and John made French toast. We listened to klezmer music. The sun began to shine and we decided to take the dogs for an outing. I wanted to check out a beaver dam not far away.

 The beaver dam is at a slightly different altitude than our house so we found ourselves no longer in the sun, but rather in a cloud of mist.

 I was reminded that we live in a temperate rain forest and this moisture is why the trees grow to be giants.

 Really I wouldn't want it any other way.

 The moss at this time of year is rejuvenated, but it doesn't completely protect  the trees from the clever woodpeckers who scratch it away in order to get to what they want.

After the walk we stopped to choose a Christmas tree from a small plantation just outside of town.

The trees were so perfect that it was hard to pick one. They were Grand Fir, $20 apiece, U-Cut.

Our  Christmas tree now stands in the living room, completely unadorned, and I am not so sure that it will be much improved by adding lights and is so fragrant and lovely just as it is; however by this time tomorrow it will be lit up and resplendent with ornaments. And now we are listening to Miles Davis.


  1. You sure do know how to grow trees in your 'neck of the woods." Twenty dollars!! Wow, we should be so lucky here.

  2. Wow. Those trees! You don't see anything like those trees here on the east coast. I love our trees, but still ...

    Hey, happy solstice. May the light return. Shalom.

  3. "Today it was raining when I awoke."

    As if to imply that it might have been doing something else?! Oh, I know, we do see a few moments of sunshine on occasion, so it's not like rain 23 1/2 hours out of every day implies constant rain. I enjoyed the photos and the description.

  4. Haha Snowbrush, you are the only one who knows just exactly how wet it has been lately, and how dumb that first line actually sounds to anybody in western OR right now.

  5. A beautiful post. It's amazing that all those holes made by the peckers don't damage the tree. I suppose they're really not deep enough to hit anything vital.


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