Finding a perfect tree in the forest is kind of like having a favorite child. Well, not really but the trees are all perfect in my eyes. Eventually, however, we'll have to pick one to cut down. It's a family effort and decision. It has to be big enough but not too big. It can't have huge bare spots. After a nice hike we found the one the right one and got straight to work. It was very cold after all. "Let's get this thing and get out of here!"
It was a beautiful day to get our Christmas tree. Not like last year. Goodness, we had to scrap those plans altogether and get our tree from a tree lot. I was alright with it but the kids love our tradition of cutting down our own.
We all took turns using the saw. Slow going that tree sawing with our ancient saw. I said we should have gotten a new one a few years ago and then forgot until the next year and so on. I swear we're getting a new one next year!
This tree, we estimated from the rings, grew 23 years for us. The tree right next to it will have more sun. We make it a point to be very thoughtful when picking our tree. After all, the way I see it, the tree has given it's life for our pleasure and we should respect it.
Then there's the family photo I try and get. This time the dog won't cooperate. He was pretty jazzed about being in the forest. We didn't see a soul out there.
As tradition goes, we head back to the car and drink our hot cocoa or hot chai with honey and milk if you don't have hot cocoa. Then we head home and mama puts the lights on.
This is the start of Christmas for us!