I skirted the edges of Chinatown and lower SoHo (LoSoHo?) today, on the way to my post office box, where I picked up mail and a very nice little parcel from Massachusetts. More of that tomorrow.
The sidewalks were littered with fallen trees. Were these households observing the Twelve days of Christmas? Because last night would have been Twelfth Night.
I hate the word Xmas. It is not a word. It's Christmas, regardless of your beliefs (and as you know, I only believe in coffee). If you want the gifts, use the word.
What happens to the trees? They are collected by the sanitation department, and then they go into a big chipper.
You can also take your tree this Saturday the 9th and Sunday the 10th to be chipped in your hood. Here is a list of chipping and drop-off sites, borough by borough, and the ones with asterisks will also give you free mulch. Take bags. There was no free compost this year, so I say grab the mulch while you can.
David Murbach, who chose each year's 80 foot Rockefeller tree, died just before Christmas. Not only the tree man, he founded Metro Hort, and oversaw the restoration of the landmark Rockefeller roof gardens on Fifth Avenue. More about Mr Murbach's horticulturally rich career here.
Woodchucks needed. And someone didn't get the tinsel memo on the one above, on Greene Street.
"The Department of Sanitation requests that ornaments, lights, tinsel, and stands be removed from Christmas trees before they are set out for collection."
This must be the only time of year when the garbage trucks smell good.