Shortly before we left North Carolina, Goblin asked when we were putting the tree up. Somehow he remembered the lit tree from last year. I prevaricated and put him off and three days' later we were in the air flying to Jozi so the point sort of became moot. Sort of because a three year old in search of a Christmas tree complete with lights (oh the lights) is a determined little three year old.
Given that my mom is trying to cut down on possessions in preparation for her move, so we didn't want to invest in a fake tree, and real, cut, trees just aren't grown or sold here, we were somewhat stuck for options. I suggested getting a wild olive tree and decorating it for the few weeks we needed it and then planting it out.
The olive trees we saw in the nursery make Charlie Brown's tree look lush. Plus they were all quite tall. So we ended up with another evergreen native: a yellowwood. Throw in some tinsel and a handful of shatterproof decorations and voila! an authentically African Christmas tree. Except for no lights. Goblin was quite disappointed in the lack of lights. We'll have to go all out next Christmas.
At the same time as we bought our Christmas yellowwood, we picked up a couple of cherry tomato plants. It's been luxurious to grab fresh toms off the plant for the second time this in just a few months.
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