We’ve been having freeze warnings the last few nights, and, because of last year’s excessive freeze damage, Irene is paranoid about the remaining tree being killed by the cold.
She’s taken the advice of the news and put old sheets around it. (Honest, below the sheets, it’s alive, we’ve never managed to cut off the dead branches at the very top, which is what is sticking out.)
The thing is, there’s a reason that the sheets she used were buried in a hole in the store room, destined for paint drop cloths: They’re hideously ugly. The tree might survive the cold, but will it survive the taunting of the other trees?
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