Christmas Tree Hunting

Had a great time taking the girls out to go get our Christmas tree over the weekend. We decided against a tall one, like the 12 footer we had last year, after having to tie lines to the wall to hold it in place, and the massive burden it was to get the tree into and out of the house. As Lorelai put it, we weren’t getting the tallest, and we obviously weren’t getting the shortest, so we were looking for the ‘mediumist’. If it’s not a word, it should be, because little kids come up with the best words. 

We got our directions and the layout of the farm, and grabbed our saw and cutting pad, and made our way out. During our brief time there we managed to find the only sunny period all weekend, I believe, with both girls putting their hoods up due to being warm. Makes sense if you are a small child, I suppose. Right away, we found some good trees, right in the proper ‘mediumist’ range of about 6.5 feet, and after using the girls as measuring sticks and a picture home to ‘Mommy’ for approval, a quick cut, drop off in the roaming tractor, and the long hike back up the hill for some cider. Of course, the cider was too hot for either girl to actually end up drinking any of (although Lorelai did take a sip, then proceeded to spit it out right in front of me), and I couldn’t convince Lexi it was ever truly cooled off. More for me. Tree got shaken (not stirred), bundled up, and we paid, loaded, and were on our way back home, just as yet more rain was approaching over the ridge. 

A great afternoon, good quality time with the girls, and a good tree in the end. Fantastic!