My mum Monica always said ‘one day your prince will come’, and after a long but worthwhile wait my prince did come! From our first Christmas Bari and I have always had a tree which has always been christened Tim. We buy a growing tree with roots and attempt to keep him from year to year by putting him in a large pot and burying the pot in the ground.
Our first Tim lasted for several years until he became to big and then was planted properly in our garden in Oldham, and Tim 2 was bought. We continued to doing it, and I think one of the Tims died, but we actually brought a Tim with us from Oldham when we moved to the West Country. Here we have continued the tradition and we have a couple of flourishing Tims in the garden, and here is our newest little Tim, a pretty little picea pungens:
He is only small because we have little space an all the usual decorations are too large for him, we even had to buy new fairy-lights. We have decorations going back to my childhood, but this year, little Tim is lightly clad but he is a pretty little fellow even so!
Lois Elsden 