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Multiple Christmas Tree Disorder

That’s right. I’m just going to go on ahead and put this out there:

I suffer from. . . .  

Multiple Christmas Tree Disorder

Multiple Christmas Tree Disorder.

You read that right. I’m so embarrassed :/ It’s just not normal!

It started out innocently enough when I was a teen and decided that I wanted my own tree in my own bedroom. A little 48 inch tree from the dollar store with an angel on top, but I loved it. 

Then, I started decorating a couple of family members’ trees every year. . . . Which was fun, but it just made it worse.

Fast forward 15-ish years and the madness has descended upon us. . . . A tree in nearly every room. And the sad thing?

That’s not all of them. These are only the ones that I put out this year.  Oh, it is true madness worthy of entry into any psych manual.

Decide for yourself. . . .

There’s the Little Bathroom Tree:


 The Flower Tree:


 The Kitchen Tree:


 The Hot Mama Tree, which is a black with pink, gold, and leopard print ornaments. . . . truly Hot Mama-ish:


One guess whose bedroom it’s in. . . . My grandmother’s, and surprisingly she loves her tree.

The Turquoise Tree:

IMG_2858The Dogs’ Tree:


Which is also the tree in my bedroom. But the dogs love it. Oldest weimaraner Hunter lays on the bed and gazes at it. And Sophie? Well, she sneaks at least one ornament off of it every single night and sleeps with it. I kid you not. So far, none have been chewed up, broken, or met their demise in any other way. 

And the Great Room Tree:

IMG_2914Any more ornaments and we’ll need a bigger tree. In fact, I think we may already be there. 

But it’s my favorite. Mostly because of just that reason – it’s packed to the brim with all of the keepsake ornaments.

Some were bought because they had special meaning that year:

IMG_2667Like the year that I wrote a high seas novel. . . . and quit just a few chapters short of the ending. 

Some are from many years ago:

IMG_2677It’s probably at least 30 years old and Santa’s car is missing two wheels, but it’s one of my favorites and I always try to find the perfect spot for it.

Some were picked out by my little cousins as their special ornaments for that year:

IMG_2673Some were handmade by loved ones:

IMG_2682And a few are from this year:


 That’s my Christmas trees. . . . . For this year. 

There are always those after Christmas sales to look forward to, and who knows what will be added to the collection for next year. Oh, the horror.

Tune in next year for the continuing story. 

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You know you live in the country when. . . .

Any watermelon left outside unattended, for even a minute, becomes fair game to a pack of chickens ready for a mid-afternoon snack.

Yeah, that literally took them like two minutes to accomplish while I was unloading the car. And after seeing the dent they’d made in it, I threw my hands up and said, “Go ahead and enjoy.” And believe me, they certainly did. Silly birds *shakes head* 😉

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The Monster Papaya.

You read that right, and it is definitely a monster of a papaya tree.

I bought this cute little plant (barely a foot tall in height at the time) off the clearance shelf back in May. Three bucks – uh-uh, no way I was gonna pass that up! If you’ve read this blog long, then you know I’m all about a good clearance sale.

So, I brought it home (along with a few other clearance plants. . . . okay, more like ten. Ish.) and planted it at the very edge of our hillside close to the waterfowl breeding pens thinking, ‘Well, putting it here, maybe it’ll help a little with the erosion.’ Because erosion has been the buzzword this year on our farm.

Living on a hill is good for some things (like, say, if you’re worried about flooding), but it’s not good if you have what seems like, literally, a 1000 springs on your scant six acres of property. Those two things do not always mix well. In fact, they can be downright nightmarish.

But enough about my nightmares and back to The Monster Papaya. Which just sounds nightmarish. It’s actually not.

My tiny, lil old papaya plant has taken on a life of its own and is now almost as tall as I am (and this girl is about 5’11”). And I swear to you, every time I look at it, it’s bigger. Really, it is.


But I suspect, it’s not down to some radiation inspired Hulk-like growth or anything else of that nature. Or let’s hope not. No, it’s probably the rich fertilizer from the waterfowl that has lead to such a huge growth spurt.

And do you know what, it’s just loaded with little papayas.

Now, before I sign off, I have a little confession to make. . . . I don’t even really like papayas. :/

Huh, maybe that’s the nightmarish part this post. All those papayas. What am I gonna do? :/ Hmm.