Christmas tree hunting

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Going to find the perfect tree

Going to find the perfect tree

Hunting  for  the yearly Christmas tree has been big tradition in our family. Every year we would pile into our vehicles and go out into the woods to find our trees together. Everyone bundled in sweatshirts and boots to keep warm and dry. Thermoses were filled with hot chocolate and coffee. A big vat of homemade chili was ready to put on the tailgate to eat when we got hungry.  Lots of cookies were baked because if you have hot chocolate and coffee, you must have cookies. Everyone from the oldest to the youngest would tromp through the rain soaked trees, looking at them from every angle to find the right one.  I can still smell  the sweet  fragrance of the just cut trees. So many good memories were made.

Is this it?

Is this it?

The last couple of years it has just been the mister and I getting our tree, usually a hurried trip squeezed in between work hours. This year it was just me. Not a sad thing. An exciting one. Don’t get me wrong. I have enjoyed the years of family Christmas tree hunts. But now I kind of liked the idea of just me deciding what would be the perfect tree.  It would be the perfect “I’m a big girl now” start to the season. Woo hoo! I pictured myself walking slowly through the whole Christmas tree farm, hot mocha in hand, deciding on the right type and size of tree.

Heading to the hunting grounds

Heading to the hunting grounds

Reality #1: I forgot my mocha on the counter at home along with my tape measure.

Reality #2: We were in the middle of a storm. Lots of wind and rain.

Rain... of course

Rain… of course

Reality #3: I had a budget so could afford only Douglas fir, not the beautiful nobles that caught my eye.

Reality #4: A very helpful owner of the tree farm, who offered to come and cut my tree for me  threw the idea of walking leisurely to choose my tree out the window. Wait…. It just hit me. Did he think I was an OLD lady who could not cut the tree herself???

Which one?

Which one?

In spite of everything I did enjoy myself and I chose a tree that I thought would be perfect.

Too windy to put it on top so I stuffed it inside!

Too windy to put it on top so I stuffed it inside!

And perfect it was! I got it home and put it in the stand right away. I did not have to cut anything off!!! It just brushed the ceiling. It fit perfect in the corner! It was the perfect shape!  I must admit, I did strut around for awhile, telling the dogs how great I was at choosing a tree.   Every time I walk by my tree I smile. It’s my BIG GIRL tree.  I do love this time of my life. christmas blog 5                                                                                                  Sandy

 

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