Good things come in small packages

And I tested that theory by going to the nursery the other day. In order to do my Nativity properly according to local sensibilities, I needed some wooden stumps, pieces of wood, etc. Orietta told me about a local nursery I'd never seen, so Jeremy and I decided it was time for a short jaunt in the car.

I gleefully chose three likely-looking pieces of wood and a bag of rocks, and then it was time to pick out some plants. Putting several lovely items aside, we had to choose the tree! The Christmas tree came with a root ball, to be placed in a terra cotta pot. Fortunately, I happen to have a pot just the right size!

Everything paid for, it was time to put stuff into the car. Our friendly helper brought the cart with the wood pieces from around the building. Put in scale with the car, all of a sudden they looked a LOT bigger. In fact, the one that was largest was almost the entire width of the car -- 1 meter!

I looked at him. He looked at me. I shrugged, declared myself to be an optimist, and we got started. In went the first (largest) piece of wood. Then the second. The third fitted handily behind the passenger's seat when it was pulled all the way forward. And now ... for the Christmas tree! I opened the sunroof, and we eased it through, resting the root ball on the wood.

Home free, practically! Bag of rocks? On Jeremy's feet, no problem. Plants? Scatter them around here and there.

And this is what I had (minus the terra cotta pots and plus one cyclamen, not shown):

Love,

Alexandra