In exchange for helping her plant her blackberry bushes, mom kindly gave us the pots from them. Our Christmas trees finally have a home. And yes, it's in our driveway. They've grown quite a bit since then, but they're certainly not tall enough to be even Charlie Brown's Christmas trees. For the record, I ended up with three because the incredibly funny old man made friends with me before I knew what was happening. At which point he promptly convinced me to take three because he couldn't go home until they were gone. Yep, he played the pity card. Worked like a charm.
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