Tomorrow we are scheduled to cut down a Christmas tree. That's right, directly from the tree farm. Last year we found a new, rustic location that had the most amazing selection and did not have all the commercial hoop-la. As I wrap my mind around decorating the house and trying to get in the Christmas spirit, it has brought back an interesting memory of the weeks leading up to Christmas 2009. Ah, just when the stress level is high, could these events possibly have pushed me over the top?
Follie #1 We packed up the kids and headed to the tree farm. It was a very cold day that included heavy, wet snow. In order to find the perfect tree, we had to make our way thru ruts of mud. The kids were cold. I of course had to get the perfect photo ~ finding the tree, cutting down the tree and then walking the tree to the car. Somewhere in between I recall a mini snowball fight. I believe someone even launched one at the photographer (i.e. me). After hunting around a bit, success, there "she" was ... Christmas Tree 2009. What a beauty. We tie her onto the car and make our way home. Due to the wet snow, the tree had to sit outside of the house to dry off. Day progresses.
I round up the kids for basketball practice. We all pile into the car. I open the garage door and back out over what feels like a speed bump. Keep going down the driveway but something isn't right. Pull back up the driveway. Get out of the car. The tree! I just ran over our freshly cut beautiful tree. Not only did I run it over but I then proceeded to drag it back up the driveway. Green needles smeared into asphalt.
Dare I sign my name (maybe someone will think this craziness belongs to you). Ok, as told by yours truly,
Tracy
But wait! Stay tuned ... one might think it not possible but yes, two more follies to come!
tree farm 2009
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