Friday, October 20, 2006
I like the real stuff that doesn't last.
I love real pumpkins that go bad and get soft. I love real mums that bloom then die with the winter frost. I love real Christmas trees that fill the room with that evergreen smell, drop needles on my hardwood floor and by the time you get it settled in the tree stand you have tree sapp all over your hands that does NOT just wash off. A friend of mine was commenting on our pumpkins and complained that she doesn't like real ones because they don't last. Isn't it funny the difference in people? That is the thing that draws me to the real things in life. The fact that the pumpkins, Christmas tree and other stuff is only good for a certain amount of time causes me to appreciate the trouble, the fragileness( hope that's a word) and cherishing whatever time is given. I realize one or more of our pumpkins may go bad while we are waiting for Halloween to carve them. I realize our Christmas tree will dry out. Even still, I completely enjoy every aspect of choosing real and yes I know it is much more cost effective to buy things that will last, but for me that is the treat and treasure, I only have a certain amount of time to enjoy life. I want my hands to smell like tree sapp and be sticky. I want to watch our mums bloom and then die. I want to smell our pumpkins burning with the candle light on Halloween night. I want it to be real so it can't last forever. It just wouldn't be the same, it would be fake.
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