Bill and I prepped the walls in his laundry room Saturday night so we could paint them Sunday morning; he spackled and sanded over nail holes, I sanded and painted the two shelves that hung above the washing machine and dryer.
When we woke up Sunday it was warm and clear so we decided to take a walk at Eisenhower Park before getting to work. There are several paths, I still don’t know them all, but we usually pass a certain cluster of evergreen trees as we make our way further back into the woods.
To my delight the trees were, again, decorated for the holiday. Our timing was good, we must have walked by only days after the tree trimming party. Every paper ornament was still bright and intact and the names on them, written in marker, clear enough to read. Other times, during winter, we’ve walked by this patch of evergreens to find the ornaments already fading, some fallen or ripped from the tree, scattered in the brush, or barely visible under snow covered limbs and ground. I’ve never seen the trees so fully decorated.
Green, pink, blue and red ornaments dedicated to pets and loved ones hung from the trees. Paw prints and hearts were drawn around the beloved’s name. Candy cane ribbon weaved in and out of the branches and red bows topped each tree. We spent a few minutes reading the names out loud and admiring the artist’s handiwork.
Back home, we applied the first coat of paint. Had we started earlier in the morning we probably could have finished a second coat. But, the laundry room will be there this weekend, the ornaments, ribbon and bows may not.