On Tuesday, Ted and I went to get our Christmas tree. Since we moved to the lake in 1995, we have cut our own tree from the same tree farm – Southern Christmas Trees. It’s about a 30 minute drive from our house, and you never know WHAT you will see along the way.
We arrived at the tree farm right after a school bus from a nearby county unloaded a class full of children on a field trip. They were having a ball – going on a hayride, playing games, and having refreshments!
We were handed a hand saw through the window of the truck, and off we went to find our tree. There are several kinds of trees to choose from, but Ted and I always head staight for the Leyland Cypress area. We just love them because they look soft and feathery and smell really good. A lot of the trees had been sprayed a really dark green, and some had been shaped into perfect pyramids. We skipped all those and chose a more natural looking tree – after a little looking!
We finally found the perfect tree! I don’t think it was the first one we looked at . . . but it could have been. I held the top while Ted sawed it down, and then he carried it back to the truck.
The next step is to put the tree through this machine that wraps it for transporting. Then it goes on a “shaker” to get all the debris off, then into another machine to even the cut at the base of the trunk.
You know if there is a dog around, I will find it. This is Cracker, who belongs to the owners of the tree farm. He was having to hang out in the bed of this truck until the school children left. Would you believe he is just a “puppy”!
We’ll get the tree and the rest of the house decorated tomorrow. Come on over – you can help!