An evergreen, only the top, would suffice. There in the dried sea of leaves stood struggling evergreens, for once the sun rose introducing another season of growth, these evergreens were hidden in a blend of Wysteria Vine, Bitter Sweet Vine, Wild Grape.
Species of vines in the walled garden as they competed for light, ever and always in that Sea of leaves. Comparisons in life, were evident in every cloud, each wind off the sea, for competing for there presence was an energy that sustained my friends in Grey Gardens.
Dried leaves did reveal the slightest of treetops, so off to the garden wall I climbed. Once atop the wall nearest the solarium, found my footing, and began my descent to the foot of the garden.
The distance was manageable, the years of established growth, and the laced vines that strewed along as if the ropes in a concealed tent, led me to fall several feet to the surface of Mrs. Hills Garden. Once locating the pine sought from an earlier sighting drew a cord, pulled the tree to a height allowing me to cut off the finest, fullest, section of our Christmas Tree.
Ornaments cut out of paper plates, and popcorn, laced with various strings, brought a new light into the end of the year.
We had so little, what we knew we understood, and it was all we asked for,,
~~ A Merry Christmas~~,,for three kindred spirits.
My wish is for all our days to be strewn with light ,from various strings.