Lisa Ray Instagram – Found a fallen tree on an old rail trail scattered with pine cones. Thought it to be perfect for our home: the right height, the right density of branches and needles to hang our Christmas ornaments. It smelled floral and citrusy and spicy. Or maybe that was the wind. Hid it with the guile of a wartime radio operator. Drove back to the forest to claim it today. On the way, passed a Douglas Fir lashed to the roof of another car. It was headed in the opposite direction and I watched the swaying branches in my rear view mirror, wondering if this was my tree, the tree that never belonged to me to begin with, but which I now longed for with the force of all childhood memories.