Driving home from work Monday I saw indisputable evidence that the year is rapidly coming to an end: Christmas trees.
In the neighboring counties in northwestern North Carolina, thousands of acres are dedicated to the cultivation of Christmas trees, which are already being harvested to ship to points far away. Part of me hates to see so much acreage and resources involved in the production of a disposable commodity, but then we can't have every Paul Bunyan wannabe traipsing the National Forests, chainsaw in hand, in search of their perfect holiday icon.
Meanwhile, millions of pumpkins are being led to slaughter this week. When will the carnage end?