If you’ve been reading me for awhile you know I get a charge out of watching the Christmas trees hit the sidewalk. Starting Christmas Day, people who wanted a tree for Christmas Eve and Christmas morning but are going away and don’t want to leave a firetrap in their apartments chuck ’em out. From then on dead Christmas trees start piling up on the sidewalks. The City collects them at various times and turns them into mulch for the parks. The big tossed-out-trees rush is over, but some are still appearing. (If this year is anything like previous years, they’ll be popping up until Easter.)
I just spotted a particularly splay-branched one lying on the sidewalk on Sixth Ave.
Someone had drawn a chalk outline all around it.
I love New York.