My youngest son is insistent that Christmas isn’t Christmas without a real Christmas tree. That’s fine since he will take it upon himself to choose the tree, bring it home and even set it up and decorate it.
This winter the willows have bent over in the ice storm earlier this year. The rabbits have been nibbling on the bark. Willows, I don’t mind if they want willows. I cut some willows down to the ground about 4 years ago and those willows by the end of last summer were over 30 feet high.