Today we went on a quest,
a quest for a Christmas tree.
This is the earliest we have ever gone out to get a tree. We usually wait until the first or second weekend in December, but the next two weekends are already very busy for us so I thought it would be fun to go ahead and get the tree early while D is still home from school (after all, he is the master at putting on the lights so that the entire tree is lit up and we don't see the wires). B is out of town but we decided to go ahead without him.
It started this morning with a drive to the tree farm where we have purchased a tree for the last few years. It was a lovely drive, a bit longer than usual because we missed the last turn. We did get to see lots of animals - cows, dogs, goats, horses, chickens, even little bantams running across the road in front of us.
After stopping to ask for directions at two homes we finally found the tree farm. Sadly, it was deserted.
Not open.
Closed.
There was no one there.
So, we drove home.
I didn't think any of the trees we had planted were big enough to be Christmas trees but, not wanting to go to another tree farm or purchase an already cut tree, we ran down to assess the situation in our field.
Happily, there were a few trees that were tall enough.
I like that this one is not too fat and has space for the hanging ornaments to hang freely between the branches.
So exciting. The kids were thrilled
that the hunt was over and we didn't have to go out in the car again.
The best part is that from now on our tree hunting expeditions will only be a walk from the house!
