As you can probably tell by the lack of farm pictures lately, things are pretty quiet around here. Everyone is pretty much settled in for the winter, and there’s nobody having babies this time of year. The main task is taking beef to the locker every couple of weeks. But I promise to show up tomorrow with some kind of farm picture, just to get things back on topic.
I can never bring myself to start decorating for Christmas before Thanksgiving. Every year I tell myself, in the interest of time and efficiency, that I should just do a few things ahead of time. But I never actually do it. I enjoy Thanksgiving. For me, anyway, it’s a time of reflection and of course gratitude. And it’s one of the few holidays where people gather to enjoy great food and each other’s company, without gifts or copious amounts of candy.
But the day after Thanksgiving? It’s a go. I don’t do the whole shopping thing…so not worth the early hours or fighting the crowds to me. No, our tradition is to go out and get a Christmas tree that day.
Last year I remember it was really cold and snowy. Not this year. It was in the 50’s! A nice day to be walking around a tree farm, but hard to feel Christmasy about it. (In a few days we’re supposed to be at lows in the single digits and highs in the teens.)
We decided to try a different tree farm this year, and headed down to Marble Rock to Lines’ Tree Farm. It is a really nice farm run by really nice people, and the trees and wreaths are very reasonably priced. We’ll definitely be returning next year!
View from the top of the hill
After all of these years, I remain the family member most enthusiastic about this tradition. I’m subjected every year to comments like, “Just pick a tree already!” They had the type of skinny, short-needled, Charlie Brown-ish trees I love. I know it’s a fir, but can anybody tell me which variety of fir?
(And for those keeping score at home, no, we still – after 9 years of living here – have no woodwork.)
The girls helped me decorate it. The tree skirt is a tattered old red-and-white quilt Matt’s foster mom made. And I just realized we haven’t put our “star” on top! Our “star” is a sunflower basket my friend Ann gave me a long time ago. Going to have to go get that out of the basement and into its proper place!
This tree is making me so happy!