Growing up, one of my favourite Christmas decorations was a small twiggy, leafless branch, planted in a little pot and standing 6-8” tall. Hanging from one of the little stick-limbs was a spent bullet casing.
Very obviously, this was a “Cartridge in a Bare Tree”.
It made me giggle as a child and it makes me giggle as a grown up.
I wonder if my parents still have that silly little tree.
And I wonder if I can find one for myself.
Wait! What am I saying? I’m a redneck hick chick from Small Town America. I’ll just go shoot a gun, pick up the spent shells, snap a twig from a tree, and make my own!
Yes, that sounds like a fun weekend art project. But maybe not one my foster daughter should assist with …