One of the problems with having a blog about home, life and family, is that the same things tend to come along to attract my attention at the same time each year. In early spring it's the daffodils. Later comes the roses. In late November, just when we're thinking of trimming the tree, I'm drawn to the beauty of the Silky Oak as it blooms just beside our back deck. Each year I'm struck by the fact that God's tree decoration is so much more beautiful that man's, and each year I tell you so.
The trees are amongst the few deciduous Australian natives, shedding all their old leaves just before the new ones appear. The flowers follow in quick succession. It seem, in fact, that we have only just finished clearing up the leaves from deck, pool and courtyard, that we are having to clear the same areas for dropped blossoms...and worse, brown, sticky nectar. Dirty tree indeed.
This year, though, we're just enjoying our beautiful native Christmas tree in all her glory. You'll agree she is just divine just where she is. Outside the kitchen and over the pool. That's what we have pool filters for, after all is said and done.
Tonight we're trimming our inside tree. It's a plastic blue spruce. It's funny, isn't it, that we Aussies are so traditional when it comes to Christmas. I wonder what a plastic Silky Oak would sell like. It'd certainly mean some alterations to the traditional colour scheme!