To cut our tree we go.
Well, we don't really go over the river, but we do head over the hill to the Santa Cruz Mountains to cut our tree. We went the day after Thanksgiving, early. I hate crowds and I hate driving down the winding hill with a Christmas tree tied to the roof of my car. The Christmas Tree Farm that we go to is about 20 minutes from our home. Daughters number four and five went with me. If we see a tree we think might work for us we flag it with a branch so we can come back to it just in case it's the one. This year it didn't take us long. It usually doesn't, we aren't too fussy. We don't have a big livingroom, so I always try and have a tree that is taller and narrow. Nothing too wide.
I had some more pictures to add to this post, but I can't seem to download them. Oh well, next time.
It's a tradition in our house to get our tree Thanksgiving weekend. This even though there were only three of us on our trek through the woods, we had a great time. Great weather and a "perfect" tree for our livingroom all equals a good time!!
We got the tree in and the lights on... Mr. Math usually handles that, but with him in Atlanta we had to manage without him. We have most of the decorating done. Pictures soon to follow.