I was hoping for snow on the ground today - it seems so much more Christmassy - but yesterday's rain has washed it all away. Instead of crisp and white and invigorating, we have damp and brown and raw. Luckily I love the woods in any weather. :)
After picking up a saw at the owner's farmhouse, we drive down the road a mile or so, then turn onto a path that winds through trees and scrub. We park in a likely spot, and the search begins.
Mr. M heads off to look at the Christmas trees, while I am distracted by dried flowers...
...and the ghostly grey line of brush that fronts the woods. The brush is thicker and greyer than ever this year:
This is a very casual tree farm - the trees are scattered haphazardly over several acres, with plenty of room in between for grass. More dried flowers catch my eye...
...while Mr. M is sticking to the task at hand.
While he searches this section, I head over to the next field to see what's available. One little tree there is covered with beautiful baby cones, all rosy in the damp:
I am strongly tempted to choose this tree for the sake of the free decorations, but it has suffered badly from the drought and the lower branches have lost all their needles. The search must continue.
Detail of pine bark (looking just like swirls of chocolate frosting, I think):
Here and there branches are spangled with drops of water...
...each one reflecting the world in miniature.
I find two likely trees, and fetch Mr. M to take a look. After much agonising on my part (and much patience on Mr. M's part) we finally settle on one. (Do you have trouble choosing a tree?)
While I'm messing about taking photos of what look like dried thistles...
...Mr. M is doing the manly thing. He has cut down the tree, hoisted it to his shoulder, and is heading back to the car before I realise it.
|Hey, wait for me!|
We return the saw, pay for the tree, and head home to warmth.
Now the tree is up, the lights are strung, and boxes of decorations are standing by. It's a nice little tree, despite the slight wave to the trunk and the bit of a gap near the top. Not perfect, but I rather like it that way.
(And it makes lovely shadows on the wall.)
What kind of Christmas tree do you like? Tall or short? Natural or artificial? As perfect as can be, or one with a few quirks? Do tell.
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