Fiorella had promised Husband that this year we'd discard our old fake Christmas tree and get a real one. So we looked around a little.
But the real trees seemed puny in contrast to our steel-armed fake one, they were quite expensive for one time use, and Husband was nervous about transporting one of them home on the top of his shiny new car. Besides which, there's be all that business of straightening the tree in the holder and keeping the water bowl full.
Yesterday evening, Fio started reconstructing Old Faithful.