Thursday - Trimming the Yucca
Dec. 8th, 2005 11:07 amToday on the drive into work, I was conversing with the ghosts of Christmases past in my head, and they reminded me that the only two white Christmases I personally have ever had were both spent in the desert of New Mexico.
I remember riding in the car from Artesia to Carlsbad the day after Christmas, and the desert was peaceful under a blanket of snow. Snow covered the tops of the Yucca plants and the prickly pears, and the plants seemed as shocked to see it there as I was.
On the highway into Carlsbad, midway between the two towns and miles from any sign of civilization, we passed by a yucca plant that someone had wrapped a short piece of garland around the stalk of and hung a single ornament on the top of the stalk so that the plant was bent almost double from the weight of it. If I had been driving, I would have stopped and taken a picture of it. It reminded me of the sad little Christmas tree in "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and I thought it would make a perfect Christmas card image for a desert Christmas.
I smile every time I think of that yucca and I wonder about the person who stopped to decorate a lonely succulent on a remote highway miles from anywhere.
I'd kind of like to meet that person.
I remember riding in the car from Artesia to Carlsbad the day after Christmas, and the desert was peaceful under a blanket of snow. Snow covered the tops of the Yucca plants and the prickly pears, and the plants seemed as shocked to see it there as I was.
On the highway into Carlsbad, midway between the two towns and miles from any sign of civilization, we passed by a yucca plant that someone had wrapped a short piece of garland around the stalk of and hung a single ornament on the top of the stalk so that the plant was bent almost double from the weight of it. If I had been driving, I would have stopped and taken a picture of it. It reminded me of the sad little Christmas tree in "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and I thought it would make a perfect Christmas card image for a desert Christmas.
I smile every time I think of that yucca and I wonder about the person who stopped to decorate a lonely succulent on a remote highway miles from anywhere.
I'd kind of like to meet that person.