I grew up in Long Beach, California, where the urban sprawl seemed endless. There were certainly no Christmas tree farms. Instead there were Christmas tree lots where an assortment of trees were already set up, nailed to their wooden stands to be chosen, netted and driven home. Flocking was available at an extra charge.
Imagine my delight at the idea of choosing and sawing our own planted tree at a Christmas tree farm.
getting ready for the adventure on a sunny but cold day
armed with cart, pole for measuring, and saw - walking down to choose the "perfect" tree
deep in the thick of beautiful trees to choose the one which "smiles"
in the true pioneer-self-reliant spirit, with a piece of cardboard to keep knees dry, Maurizio saws our tree
while Mar pulls it on the cart back to the shed to be netted
Driving home we encountered numerous other cars with trees on their roofs. Drivers acknowledge each other with a wave as they share this Saturday outing. Mar unloaded the tree
as Maurizio brought it in to grace our living room.
As the tree was being festively decorated I followed the much-loved tradition of baking cookies, filling the house with a heavenly scent of oatmeal and cinnamon
With the wonderful scent of cookies in the oven, the snow outside, Celtic Christmas music playing and love in our hearts, it was a special day indeed as we admired the gorgeous tree and enjoyed a lovely dinner
Comments (1)
Beautiful! It looks like you and your family had a lovely Christmas.
I'm so glad I decided to check by your blog today - I've missed it!
Posted by Donna in SF | February 17, 2010 12:44 AM
Posted on February 17, 2010 00:44