Wednesday, December 18th

YESTERDAY after the gale of two days, high wind—so high I could hardly open the door to let Bramble in—the sun came out and there was that washed blue sky that so often follows a storm. But the seas were still running high and when I walked down with Tamas it was glorious to watch one great comber after another sweep in and break on the rocks.

Earlier I set out to get the tree … the place in Portsmouth where I got last year’s was not functioning and on the advice of a gas station attendant, I drove on to Greenland and paid $12.00 for a fresh healthy beautiful tree. Raymond helped me cut it so the star won’t hit the ceiling and we left it in the cool of the garage, upright in its stand. I’ll bring it in tomorrow; I go down to Concord to fetch Judy on Friday. So Christmas is really on the way now and I must help it along with a lot of notes this morning. Today calm seas, blue sky, and really too warm for the season.