For the past five years or so, we’ve been going to one particular Christmas tree farm that’s a bit of a drive away from where we live. When T wasn’t in school yet, it was easy to go to, since we had all the time in the world to drive to it. But it’s not so easy now that she’s in school, so when close friends of ours (whom we always go with when picking out a tree) suggested that we go to one that’s within easy drive to us, we readily said yes of course, although admittedly a small part of me was a bit saddened that we weren’t going to our usual place. When you’re pressed for time, you don’t have much choice do you?
Last Thursday, after picking-up T and her friend from school, two families went to a Christmas tree farm in search of that special Christmas tree.
It was getting dark, so we had very little time to choose. In the end though, we chose a slimmer and tall tree. I wanted something more fuller, but we were losing light, so we had to decide fast.
While this Christmas tree farm was conveniently closer to where we lived, it wasn’t as big as the other one and they also didn’t label their trees. It was easier to find the kind of Christmas tree you wanted in the old one, where they purposely planted the same kind whether you wanted a Blue Spruce, or a Nordman Fir. They also had information about each tree up in signs. As the Cornish would say “a proper job!”.
We couldn’t wait of course and started decorating as soon as we got in.
And here it is, standing tall in our conservatory. I’m not that pleased with the shape of this tree, I think our most perfect shaped Christmas tree was the one we had last year.
It’s definitely Christmas in our house! Is it in yours?