Nest

Growing up in our small northern town at the base of the Lacloche Foothills, getting a Christmas tree for our family meant heading out into the bush. It also meant being ready to follow the lead of a father who was notoriously particular about the selection of a tree. I say this with not a trace of bitterness: I loved this search out in the clean, cold forest air dwarfed by towering pines and elegant maples, birches and poplar in all their skeletal winter glory. Eventually a