Traipsing for The-Tree
Using my faithful red pillow as a knee rest, I knelt down with equal doses of haste and caution, and sawed it down.
The intepid warrier, December, 2006
Winter officially approaches, as does the festive season. Christmas is only a couple of weeks away, and will soon then be time to trek over nearby Benjamin's Tree Farm, to once again chop down our Christmas tree.
Traipsing over snowy back acres of a 100 acre Christmas tree farm is an annual family rite, that still takes on a special meaning to us.
Earlier, while at our Thanksgiving Weekend down in wine country, we both mused out loud, about some of our unfulfilled 2006 chores. The-Day was then less than 48 hours away, and approaching waaay too fast. We had a short-list of unfulfilled chores and a growing basket full of uncertainties.
It's funny how such small, seemly insignificant tasks, can be a far-out yardstick to clutch and hold on to in down moments. I quietly did, anyway.
This 20 year old annual family Christmas tradition, was appar- ently near the top of our list of seasonal activities. This year, we thought we might have to bring along some strapping lad to 'cut-drag-and-bag' a chosen ten-footer, back to the car.
Ha! Not this year.
Last Sunday, with no-fuss, no-muss, we made a quick afternoon foray to Benjamin's, with the intention of looking at one of their pre-cut Christmas trees. There was no shortage of good selection, but at eighty bucks each less a nickel, we started a slow strategic retreat back to the familiar cutsaw and toboggan area. Something clicked. Somehow, we had to go traipsing once more. With focus and limited energies due to a brisk wind, we selected a small beauty. Using my faithful red pillow as a knee rest, I knelt down with equal doses of haste and caution, and sawed it down. Patty then bagged and tagged it to the car trunk. The deed was done, erected back in our living room, and in full lit glory by sundown. Arrrgh!
The intepid warrier, December, 2006
Winter officially approaches, as does the festive season. Christmas is only a couple of weeks away, and will soon then be time to trek over nearby Benjamin's Tree Farm, to once again chop down our Christmas tree.
Traipsing over snowy back acres of a 100 acre Christmas tree farm is an annual family rite, that still takes on a special meaning to us.
Earlier, while at our Thanksgiving Weekend down in wine country, we both mused out loud, about some of our unfulfilled 2006 chores. The-Day was then less than 48 hours away, and approaching waaay too fast. We had a short-list of unfulfilled chores and a growing basket full of uncertainties.
It's funny how such small, seemly insignificant tasks, can be a far-out yardstick to clutch and hold on to in down moments. I quietly did, anyway.
This 20 year old annual family Christmas tradition, was appar- ently near the top of our list of seasonal activities. This year, we thought we might have to bring along some strapping lad to 'cut-drag-and-bag' a chosen ten-footer, back to the car.
Ha! Not this year.
Last Sunday, with no-fuss, no-muss, we made a quick afternoon foray to Benjamin's, with the intention of looking at one of their pre-cut Christmas trees. There was no shortage of good selection, but at eighty bucks each less a nickel, we started a slow strategic retreat back to the familiar cutsaw and toboggan area. Something clicked. Somehow, we had to go traipsing once more. With focus and limited energies due to a brisk wind, we selected a small beauty. Using my faithful red pillow as a knee rest, I knelt down with equal doses of haste and caution, and sawed it down. Patty then bagged and tagged it to the car trunk. The deed was done, erected back in our living room, and in full lit glory by sundown. Arrrgh!
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