The day had come when we, the three musketeers, were going in search of our Christmas Tree. Not only was this a first for Tucker, but it was also a first for Mr. California boy.
Backpack, check. Hats and gloves, check. Camera, check. Christmas music for the car, check. Tucker’s bottle, check and double check. Christmas spirit, CHECK!!! And off we went to cut down the Lindley Christmas Tree. Over the fields and through the woods to the Christmas Tree farm we went. The farm was about an hour away and I had this vision of a forest of Christmas trees whereby we would scavenger our way around and at times get lost, much like we would in Maine. But tree farms are a little different down here so as we pulled in I was disappointed just to see an open field with trees growing on a hill side. Hmmm but I shook my head and realized that this was about a family day and starting a tradition of cutting down our tree despite what I had in my head.
With Tucker in a backpack and bundled up and a saw in hand, we set off. In the past my brother has always been the picky tree finder. Nope, too tall, too short, too plump, too skinny, not enough shape, too many dead needles, tip is crooked, not enough limbs and on and on. This would drive me INSANE! Well now it was my turn to put the trees under the microscope and I did. Soon I realized that I did not want to scare Brandon off so I loosened some of my requirements, but not by much. Tucker was a trooper and enjoyed every minute of it.
After some walking around, feeling the needles, trying to smell the trees and observing we decided upon a tree. Since Brandon was carrying Tucker I got down on my knees and started using some good arm power. Note: chain saws are NOT an acceptable way to cut down a Christmas Tree. Get real, get dirty and stop being lazy! So, half way through I realized that 2 trunks had grown together but we thought that I was low enough and we would end up with 1 trunk. Timber...ops. One fell and one was still standing. Hmmm?? Not good. So, we stood the fallen tree back up, took a picture and left the area quickly. Back to square one and now my arm needed a break. Not too long after we found another tree. This time we were a little more diligent and yup, 1 trunk, this is a go. So I got back on my hands and knees, crawled under the tree a bit and began the journey once again. Little did I realize that I was in some mud, ERGS! Eventually the tree came down and we had our Christmas Tree.
Another interesting note about Maryland Tree Farms, they have tree shakers. I am just used to getting the tree, dragging it and bagging it (not me personally doing all the work). Here, you get it, drag it and then the tree is stood upright and shaken. I am not too sure how I feel about this because conceptually it makes sense and it gets rid of all of the debris that is going to fall of the your house but on the other hand, seeing a tree gyrate as it does made it seem wrong. If I did not want to deal with the hassle of the debris then I should just buy a fake tree right?
So we now have our Christmas Tree, it is lit and decorated and Tucker really has not shown much of an interest in it. He tried to feel the tree but I think that the needles were a bit too prickly. So he went back to playing with his toys.
Oh, and on our way back home we stopped at a gas station and I looked and saw the most random landscaping sign. I had to take a picture of it since blacktop does not seem to qualify as landscaping to me. Hence the random photo in the slideshow.