The big Christmas tree in the village has made several appearances in my journal during holidays. In 2015, it was tall and skinny. In 2017, it was shorter and wider. In 2021, the aspect ratio was similar to 2017, though the shape was a bit more shaggy. I’m sure those aren’t the only three instances I’ve used it as a handy subject. Today, it’s back, but there’s news. It’s not a real tree this year. Instead of a trunk, there’s a stand that supports the whole circumference of the tree at the bottom.

 
I know it looks like there is a trunk under there, but that’s the legs of a child who has crawled under there with (I assume) a sibling; their legs are visible to the right of the “trunk”. Looks like it’s both a tree and a playhouse this year.

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On this date in 2021: Stu-stu-studios
2020: My Friend the Creek
2019: Getting Stuff Done
2018: Only 10 Hours on the Road
2017: First World Frustration
2016: Sifting and Sorting
2015: The Crowdedest Place on Earth
2014: On Still Not Acquiring Sock Monkeys
2013: On Not Acquiring Sock Monkeys
2012: On Shimmer and Glitter
2010 and 2011: No entries
2009: November Check-in
2007 and 2008: No entries
2006: Many Pictures, Few Words
2004 and 2005: No entries
2003: Memory Lane
2002: Ugly on the Inside