In Decembers past my significantly better half and I would drive down to the local market where umpteen different Christmas Tree vendors vie for our dollar. They are all selling essentially the same things for the same prices. Once a suitable tree was selected, they would saw off the bottom inch or so to allow for proper hydration and if you wanted they’d wrap the tree in mesh for convenient transport. After a few year this became very boring.
So this year we decided to forgo the market and set out into the forest to bag our own tree. After an hour-long drive and armed with saws and axes we parked the car and made our way on foot into the deepest part of the forest in search of just the right tree. Not too skinny, not to wide, medium to tall in height.
Needless to say we were surrounded by potential trees, yet with so many possibilities we often couldn’t see the tree for the forest. On a couple of occasions I shinned up a sturdy tree to get a better look. It was on one such climb that I saw a group of beauties, and off we went.
Sure enough there was a copse of ideally shaped and sized trees not twenty yards away. Upon arrival we quickly selected one and, axe in hand, got to work hewing it. Once down and the traditional shout of “Timber” sounded – and a photo of our deep-woods conquest taken – we hauled the tree out of the forest and fastened it to our car for the return journey.
Let me assure you there is nothing like the sense of satisfaction from getting your own tree. Below is a picture of me proudly displaying our catch!