These toyons grow wild in the hills of Southern California.
They look like this at Christmas time, and they are what we use for holly, I suppose. In different years I made wreaths of them. I was looking around at different videos on wreaths and I found a few different ones. This one is from Russia — pointsettia flowers made of red satin ribbon. I love how simple it is! Charming.
This is another made of Eucalyptus and lemons, that I liked. I wouldn’t use the fake wreath underneath, I don’t think — but, I thought it was charming and different looking.
Another made of berries:
The best Christmas I ever did for someone once was to surprise him with a tree, and lights. He was a writer I knew that I loved very much. He hadn’t had one in years, and so, I did that for him. It made him cry.
This year, I can’t muster the spirit. I really can’t. I feel really deep sadness about Christmases past. As I have thought about it, being on my own would be like a new life, and a new start, and a sweeping away of memories.
Many I know have just divorced.
I just don’t want to go through another hideous Christmas again, I really don’t. I need to set up my life in a different way. This is just that sort of a year.
It’s sunny. Warm. These berries are ripe. The ocean beckons for a walk. Hopefully my book is going to be good and sell and this is going to be the thing that allows me to move forward. I have to think about next year and how different everything can look.
In my life, I’ve had many different kinds of Christmases.
Next year I want to be living in a different house. When I do? I will be happy.
It will be different.