O Christmas Tree!

Since I have moved to Oregon, I have had this want, no, need to cut my own tree down at Christmastime. When I was younger, we just went to the local tree lot, which was probably the hardware store or the grocery store, and picked out a pre-cut one. Then we got an artificial tree and I never really thought about it much after that.

Well. Oregon changed all that. I'm pretty much obsessed now. Last year? Last year, I made Bryan drive for what seemed like ever, past tree farm after tree farm until we got to the one I had seen a cute sign for. Just for the record, B has the patience of a saint. Anyway, we ended up picking out one that had already been cut so my plan was foiled.

This year? This year, B and I found a small tree farm about three or four miles away from our apartment (we live really close to the countryside, pretty much over the hill from the countryside) and the tree farmer man said, "Any tree you want. 30 bucks." Let me tell you what a great deal that is. A freshly cut noble fir for 30 big ones? Folks, it just doesn't get any better. So, I proceeded to cut down this year's tree. Next year? Next year, I want to kick it up a notch and ski into the woods with a sled, a thermos of hot cocoa and an axe.