The birch tree, on the far left, as seen from our balcony following a snowstorm last winter.
Marty sawing, and Oliver observing from a safe distance, at Mommy's insistence.
Counting the pieces.
Bringing them inside.
Waving to Mommy (I was shooting from the balcony).
Look at his cold red hands!
Marty presenting me with their gift.
Aren't they beautiful?
Counting the pieces (again).
He enjoyed re-arranging them too.
I know, you're waiting for a photograph of them as candles, all lit up, as a gorgeous centerpiece on our table. That will have to wait until we get back home and have access to the rest of the tools to make the holes for the candles and even out the tops. For now, they are sitting in a box on our balcony drying out.
But this is what I picture, but with a dozen or so, varying heights, all lined up down the middle of our dining table:
So, it'll be pretty next year, when I'm home, surrounded by all my Christmas decorations. I promise to share pictures then!