I took this photo of our local cafe last year but it seemed too out of season to post it then. I love the tacky white holiday trees and hope to have a vintage white feather tree one day. I am a nature nut who likes the tackiest, fakest holiday trees.
Song: "Mushaboom" Feist. This is totally my song for the day. These lines say it all:
"But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay.
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done."
An optimistic hopefulness in dreaming about the future. Imagining a life I can't afford but hope to have one day. Mindful of the happiness I do have.