Life is a Bowl of Cherries


Life is a Bowl of Cherries

Before reading this, if you have any cherries available grab a few. If you don’t have any available, grab a few from the painting above and enjoy their succulence virtually. Enjoy my Christmas Tree Drama…

Every year it is tradition for me to buy a real Christmas Tree since I’ve lived most of my adult life away from family and many times was unable to visit them during the holidays. I am home for the holidays since I moved back earlier this year to care for my mother (she’s now in a nursing home).

The other day, I bought a little tree (5.5 ft) from a local Kiwanis group. The tree was full and I only had to trim a few scraggly branches from the bottom. It would look perfect in the spot I selected in the living room. With my strong tree stand in storage and too far in the back to dig out, I bought a traditional stand that I figured would be fine for this small tree.

I spent hours meticulously decorating — always making Christmas special in my home to create a great deal of warmth and tradition. First there were the white lights. Next came the beautiful floral garland I purchased years ago in rich colors of deep purple, olive green, ivory and merlot symbolic of vineyards. Along with the garland, I added the small cluster of grapes bought from a craft store I used as ornaments strategically placed on the tree. All the other delicate ornaments were added including the brushed gold beads that look more like a woman’s jewels.

All was well! I stood proud looking at the finished tree after placing Santa in his dark red velvet suit on top and hanging the pillow-like Victorian hearts made from elegant fabric and gold metallic ribbon. I plugged in the lights and with holiday music in the background, I continued on decorating the rest of the room.

A couple of hours went by and occasionally, I’d peak in at the tree and smile. Later that day, I was in the kitchen feeding Serena (my cat) when I heard a thud. Running down the hall and into the living room, the little tree was laying on its side. Poor thing! Quickly, I ran over to pick it back up before anything else happened.

Somehow, for some reason, the tree would not stand back up right. Holding its center by one hand and reaching underneath with the other while needles poked me in the face, I yanked hard turning the bolts trying desperately to tighten the stand around the tree. Aggghhh, it wasn’t working. Plan B — lay the tree gently on its side and try like heck to do it this way. Now, the bolts wouldn’t align properly with the tree so it would be even. In fact, one bolt missed touching the tree by at least two inches. How could that be? It had been just fine a few hours ago.

No sweat! I grabbed a pair of pliers (the dandy handy woman I am) and I bent and pushed, bent and pushed until that darn bolt touched the tree. Just when I thought I fixed it, I stood it up and voila! it stood there looking brilliant again with only a touch of needles lost on the floor. As I walked away, BOOM! Down went the tree and only this time everything went everywhere literally! How could that be? It had fallen awhile ago so gracefully without any real loss.

It was over! No matter what I tried the tree stand wasn’t budging and was taking its own stand!

Madder than a hornet at this point, no tree stand was beating me! I started pulling off the ornaments and garland. The lights? Oh my God, the lights got all tangled up and as I was straightening them — I fell on top of the tree and everything went everywhere with even more mess. Now, my whole living room was covered in pine needles and decorations all over the floor. The cat had long ran into the bedroom hiding under the bed — she knew this wasn’t good!

Frankly, I found myself cussing like a sailor! There was nothing refined about me at that moment! I yanked that tree stand completely off the tree and threw it out the front door. Next came the tree! That’s right! I picked up that little Chrismas tree and hurled it into the front yard, slammed the door yelling at the tree and tree stand, “Bah Humbug! I’m threw with the both of you!”

After calming myself down and getting my pulse back to normal, I went to the local Walmart and found myself a BIG sturdy tree stand — one that looks like a plastic tub that the tree stands in with BIG bolts! Took it home, cleaned up the living room mess, brought the tree back in (the other tree stand went immediately into the trash), redecorated the tree (surprisingly it still turned out beautiful), and sat down to laugh!

I grabbed my laptop and decided to paint for awhile to steady my center again. I opened a bowl I had been painting over the past few weeks for my still life collection. While painting, I found myself drawing little circles on top of the existing art. Circles that looked like cherries to me. I’m sure the circles were more symbolic to my psyche that was probably doing this repetitive, simple universal symbol to bring some sanity back to my state of being. Though it appeared on the surface I had returned to normalcy, my psyche wasn’t finished processing the whole thing.

During the drawing of cirlces, I stopped and began painting the cherries. It felt good! No — it felt amazingly comforting! That’s when the real laughing occurred! I couldn’t stop laughing as I painted the bowl full of cherries as a reminder that life just “is” — symbolic wouldn’t you say?

One more thing — Oh my, I went outside this morning and couldn’t help notice that some of the outside lights have fallen due to harsh winds. Dare I get a ladder and try to attach them again?

–genece hamby

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