The Christmas tree in the Faneuil Hall Market in Boston is so huge I felt bad. How many years to grow 85 feet tall in some forest only to be hacked down and strung up with lights for our entertainment? But maybe I'm being silly. Among the environment's problems, one tall tree is bupkis. Meanwhile, yesterday I went to my favorite local produce market and found a small forest of felled pines lining the pathway in, these I'm sure raised on a Christmas tree farm just for the purpose. And I'll likely buy a tree myself in December when I get back from visiting my dad in early December. More like maybe 5 feet, not 85.
We wandered over to Faneuil Hall on Black Friday not so much to shop as to check out the crowds and goings on. I did end up taking advantage of the 40% off sale at Banana Republic to get a red merino wool cardigan for the holidays and beyond. It's getting to be that dull time of year. The wardrobe devolves into black and gray, so a bit of bright red is cheery. This week the lights strung on the alive and firmly planted trees along the Commonwealth Avenue Mall will be lit and the season of lights will begin to take shape. It snowed a bit today here, but not enough to stick. Winter is on its way.