While hiking on Christmas Day (IN THE SUNNY, 72° WEATHER) above Burbank we stumbled across this little tree all balled up for the holidays. We were so delighted to come across a festively dressed baby pine tucked into the canyon on the most perfect day possible. It added a Christmasy air to a day that, honestly, up until that point, felt more like mid-June. (BTW: Is there a name for this? Guerrilla Ornamenting?)
It reminded me more than a little of this Slim Aarons photo, which my friend Yosi just happened to post to Facebook the next day. I have never been anywhere for Christmas that wasn’t cold (or supposed to be cold) and I was a little nervous. But after spending this week in LA, I can’t help but feel a swelling of pride for the way we (meaning Angelenos) celebrate the holidays. Sitting in the sun, lounging by the pool, taking long hikes under ornament-blue skies. I didn’t miss the nipping at my nose.
More Christmas in LA.
