except when it comes to TREES.
|a pine tree seedling in our backyard|
Mr. Red House has never met a tree he didn't like. If we ended up planting all the trees he wanted, I would have nothing but a shady woodland garden, and all of the trees would soon end up crowding out the house! The only critique Mr. Red House has ever made of my garden is to point out where another tree might fit.
He also doesn't like to cut down any trees - he's even dubious about me pruning.
Mr. Red House was not happy.
|young pine trees in our yard|
|more young pine trees in our yard|
...but I emerged victorious! The pine branches made a beautiful wreath, don't you think?
Sorry, Mr. Red House, I think I'm going to have to cut fresh pine branches every Christmas!
*Mr. Red House regrets to inform you that several young pine trees were hurt in the making of this blog.*