Oh Christmas Tree

We headed out to our favorite tree farm this weekend...I know what kind of tree we like best - the concolor - with it's fabulous citrus scent.  The day was unseasonably warm and damp, but we were troopers as we headed out in the late afternoon sun.  

Patrick wanted to ride the tractor, which turned out to be a good decision with two littles in tow.  The ground was a bit muddy as we rode out in the depth of the fields.  

This year, we had two hunters for trees..obviously, one much slower than the other, and most certainly more interested in the pine needles under foot.  I'd hoped that she'd walk by Halloween.  She did, though not so efficiently.  I feel like she's finally crossing over the border of being a real "walker".  It all happened just last week when she figured out how to get up mid-floor!  

He had two onlookers too, as he cut down the perfect tree....but not before one last picture of this living wonder.  Ahh, the concolor - branches out like a Douglas Fir, but the needles are a bit longer...

More than anybody, Patrick couldn't wait to see the tree go up.  He was quite fond of our find.  Each year as he grows, and I'm sure it will happen with her too, the holidays become something more and more magical for us.  I bet the same thing happened to the generation before us.

Here's wishing you a wonderful season of light and giving as we begin.