I like Charlie Brown style trees -- trees that look like they were cut from a snowy wood. Reality is less romantic. This tree was cleared from under a major hydro line. We selected it from a line up -- trees tossed up against a fence -- in the most desolate corner of the nursery, then lugged it unceremoniously past too-straight rows of cultured, cone-shaped trees and lashed it to the car roof. For all that, it still has a wild spirit and, I think, wears its new accessories with flare.