I can't remember the last time I went to cut down a Christmas tree. (Okay, actually, I can. It was a few hours ago. Humor me.) My last few single Christmases I walked around the corner to the boy scout lot and got a tiny 3-foot table tree and carried it home to my tiny apartment. Our first two married Christmases, we just went to a lot and found one already cut for us. This year, being our baby's first Christmas and all, I guess we're feeling nostalgic for the family outing to cut down a tree.
And every man needs an excuse to wander around outside with a hacksaw in his hand and a measuring tape hooked on his belt!
The few short-needled trees we saw growing made Charlie Brown's tree look stunning.
Sixty-four degrees and clear, sunny skies was a bit of a different experience from my childhood memories of Christmas play practice and lots of snow and boots and snow pants and a sled and chainsaws. But I'll take it.
We debated getting one of the ones they ship in from Washington state…which seemed much more like Christmas trees to us…but decided that we would go with the local Monterey Pine instead. Perfectly shaped, very full…and I'm thinking we can just throw ornaments at it and they'll lodge themselves in amongst those long soft needles just fine!