Rob and I made it safely to Chattanooga last night. My parents have already had us busy with Christmas preparations. Today, Rob and I went for a walk up to the log house to see the preparations for moving it. I took a basket to cut greenery for the mantle down at Woodthrush Woods.
I have to say, it’s not cold here. Crisp, yes. Chilly, even. But after Minnesota it is a long, long way from cold.
We got a package in the mail today from the Celsi Household, which included several treats packed in evergreen boughs for padding. It’s a much more festive form of packing material than newspaper or styrofoam peanuts. The branches were still supple and fragrant so I added them to the greenery I cut on our walk. They are now gracing the piano in the living room.
This evening we went to an Italian restaurant in Cleveland, TN to hear Jim Palmour, a friend of Mom and Dad’s, play. Rob is going through Mom and Dad’s wine cellar because they have several wines that are on the verge of being over-the-hill so we took two bottles with us. Mrs. Palmour arranged for us to sit with her and after Mr. Palmour finished playing, he joined us for dinner. The meal was quite nice although the service was a bit spotty. The highlight was an apple, onion and dill bisque which put me in mind of our Iron Chef Apple Battle. Rob and I are already discussing the feasibility of doing Iron Chef Iceland.
Mary,
I’m a bit surprised you didn’t recognize that the branches I used to pack your gooodies are from your very own backyard arbor vitae!
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