18 January 2024
Re-Planted: 2024, January 17, Wednesday 12:40am GLORY DAYS: less than 1 It began with a simple vision... temperatures would rise above -30 celsius and Mike and I would chisel and pick-axe our way into a frozen field of dreams. At high noon (and a balmy -7) we ventured out to dig the hole to which we'd return at midnight. Yet while frolicking in the snow, which is really racist, we looked up to see the true resting home of our glorious Nova Scotian Balsam Fir friend. We may be biased but c'mon, this looks gorgeous. And anyone who ever leaves this town will relish in such, hopefully not realizing what they're enjoying so much. It's seamless out there. Beautiful really and it's true that Mike and I cried upon planting and standing back to admire our brilliance, not just because we're brilliant in this, but at the thought of, the game is really over, as of 12:42am Wednesday, January 17, year of your lord 2024. It's unlikely that between the Island and MassMyChewits entrants you'll find anything that feels this brave and beautiful but that shouldn't stop you from enjoying their efforts.