January 3^rd 2014

The end of Christmas?

A thick green trail of spent pine needles marks our route through the living room, across the kitchen to the back door. The denuded tree slumps at an angle in the back garden.

I pick the needles from my skin, leaving tiny acupuncture wounds . Every time I move I feel a new prickle - these needles get everywhere! We will be finding them for months.