It was a mile and a half walk up a hill, but it was worth the effort. I mentioned a while back that my husband likes to go cut down our trees for Christmas. I always fight him but the pictures speak for themselves. The transformation always surprises me. From a bare green tree to a sparkly beautiful gem.

It was a family venture again. Our daughter and son-in-law went along to get their tree too. Unfortunately, this will be the last year at this tree farm for us. The pickings are slim to none for what we like to get. Next year we will explore other tree farms in our area. Maybe I am not ready for a fake one as of yet. The smell of pine is wonderful, and there is just something about a fresh tree. Besides, our one cat loves to get the little sticks that fall off, and plays with them endlessly. They get into the spirit too.

  There is no such thing as the perfect tree. The trunk on this one was crooked, but it stands tall and straight. You just have to know how to do it. The amount of greens I get from it is impressive also. There is always a certain number of branches which need to be cut on the bottom, which allows for just the right number of greens for my outside porch corner set up.  This tree and most of what we get are Douglas Firs. Sturdy but not real prickly. It holds lots of ornaments plus the lights, and the price is pretty reasonable.

    From now until the second week in January,  we will sit and enjoy the beauty of nature, and our workmanship.  I hope you all enjoy your trees, whether they be real or fake. Tis the season!