Cutting down some Yule cheer
"I love the smell of a real Christmas tree" I thought to myself a couple weeks back. I mentioned it to Tracey while she was making dressing for the Thanksgiving bird. No doubt, she had flash backs to our first couple years of marriage where (without fail) we drove out to a Christmas tree lot on the coldest night of the year and bought a Scotch Pine already dry and losing its needles. "No, no." I assured her, "We'll cut down our own. It'll be romantic and Norman Rockwell-esque." I wrote down the directions before we left the house, "Head out to our Apple Orchard, turn right at the cow pasture." We of course got lost. Not too bad though, we found the farm while the sun was still high in the sky. We got a quick run down on the tree types and how the farm worked (cut down,drag out) and in we went. The trees started immediately. The weather was brisk but sunny. Really, I'd say it was about ideal. We had a dusting of snow Frida...