De-ornamenting a Christmas Tree has always been kind of a sad rite, and this year it seemed somehow a more deeply sad and symbolic act than before. The Christmas Tree, after all, represents home, family, and prosperity - all things that the future holds unusually pointed questions for. So to see the thing that we all gathered around not two weeks ago, genuinely happy and laughing while it glowed bright over a mound of gifts, lying dry and denuded on the curb, well.
Simony, the visiting girlfriend of our tenant Chris (which I guess makes her a tenant, too) says that she finds our area beautiful, and she's glad, since she loves to walk and enjoys the scenery. I told her that January is actually the bleakest month for Rockland - the driest of the winter months, with little or no snow to make the landscape glisten under the moon. And of course spring, summer and fall are still luminous things around here. But there are still two weeks plus of January to get through, while the land lies dead and still, and now all of the genuine cheer of the Christmas decorations are gone as well.
Of course, she should have said right back to me, "No, it's not about weather. You're getting it confused with an uncertain future in an uncertain world." And it's true. Curious - we're none of us farmers, those that I call friends - but somehow I believe in my heart that the entire world will be born again with the spring, and I think you do, too.