I harbor an ill-concealed desire that the inside of my house be like a jungle with plants everywhere, thriving, spreading, and overhanging just about everything. The reality ends up that I have some plants in my house that I try really hard not to kill.
But it’s the time of year when just about everyone decides to get a tree and bring it inside. This suits me very well. Socially acceptable – but more than acceptable; almost required – weirdness. Who chops down a tree and brings it inside?
Weirder yet: adorning said tree with lights and knick-knacks. But, hey, it’s tradition.