One of my memories as a child is going to cut our own Christmas tree. I remember it being COLD, and I remember big hills of pine trees, and then I remember the car breaking down and eating french fries at a bar. I don't actually remember cutting down a tree, but I always remember that I had a great time.
For several years, the Asst. Zookeeper and I have discussed cutting our own tree. The trouble has always been that we didn't know where to find one on the day I decided we were getting a tree. And I'm not the most patient of people - there is no, "We'll find a place and get the tree tomorrow."
This year, I planned ahead!! After a Google search, I found a tree farm! We loaded the Heathens into the truck, grabbed the bow saw and headed for the farm.
The Heathens had a great time. Heathen #2 was fascinated by how many Christmas trees were growing and Heathen #3 kept commenting on how tall the trees were. Heathen #1 just wanted to cut one down.
After poking around the field for a bit, and circling the trees looking for bare spots, we made our choice.
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| The lucky tree was chosen! |
The farm has men who work in the field and will cut the tree down for you. They were quite entertained by Heathen #1. One of them asked him if he wanted a job!
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| Heathen #1 went to work. |
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| The Heathens and their tree! |
While the tree was being run through the bailing machine, the Heathens and the Asst. Zookeeper entertained themselves like only small heathens can do.
We hauled the tree home to decorate. It is a great Christmas tree and I know we will go to the tree farm again. We had a great afternoon! Merry Christmas!
