So today the tree is at the curb, and I can’t even bear to look at the empty place now in front of the sliders. The ornaments have returned to their tissue-paper homes and placed in storage yet again. The angel made in kindergarten from a clothespin, the wooden sailing ship, the porcelain moon a former boss gave me, the birds, the beaded butterflies given to me by my girls, the fish from an old boyfriend, ah, the memories that each one represents. And when I drive down the block and note the trees on the curb with tinsel, I think to myself, oh, those poor kids.
And again to the tree, and to the growers of such trees, my many, many thanks.
Regina Robbins Flynn is a Salem resident and former city councilor.