Last weekend we went to pick out our tree. We always go to the same tree farm, Dogwood, to cut our own Christmas tree each year but this year the trip was threatened by an unusual and unexpected cold snap and the promise (more like a threat for Westcoasters) of snow.
We got up early to venture out. Each year we hike high and low through all the trees – Noble Firs, Douglas Firs, etc looking for that one elusive tree – the one we can all agree is "perfect". It usually takes us at least an hour of "himming and hawing"; of "it's too fat, it's too skinny, the branches are too tight together, the trunk is crooked…you get the drill. This year we got out of the car, went to pick up the saw, walked into the trees and immediately – I mean the first tree we saw – found OUR tree. Was it just raw luck (we started to doubt ourselves and briefly contemplated continuing our search) or were we so COLD (it was below freezing which is usual for this time of year) ? In any event, we grabbed the tree, grabbed the hot chocolate and hot dogs (another tradition), threw the tree on the roof of the car and were outta there in less than 20 minutes.
And, you know what? It is the PERFECT tree.
Here's some pictures of our version of "Christmas Tree hunting".
Santa welcomes us to the lot!
The trees call to us….
Could this really be THE tree? OUR tree? Or are they just so cold that it's a good enough tree?
Such technique, such enthusiasm…
Good thing he doesn't read my blog….
Safe and sound on the car….candy canes in our pockets and hot chocolate in our tummys…home James.