But let’s talk Christmas tree.
My husband’s family is big into real, live trees. My family had always used a fake tree from my mother’s childhood until a few years ago when we got tired of pulling out all the scratchy branches and organizing them into piles and trying to fit them into worn down holes in the center pole. (Ahhh… good memories) Needless to say the one she has now goes up much faster especially because its pre-lit. We too have a pre-lit fake tree but this year, since its Quails first Christmas, we thought it might be nice to a real one. So we hoped into Grandpa Hone’s truck and headed over to a National Forest here in Utah.
Now you’re thinking did they just go over and chop down a tree.
That is against the law.
You go to a ranger station and purchase a permit for $10. Then the real fun begins.
I have no clue how long we took to find “the perfect tree,” but we eventually found one in the snow covered mountains. Needless to say, It. Was. Cold.
As we stopped the truck with the promise of finding our tree, I giggled to see writings of lovers past carved into the white trees. I wonder if they ever come back to see how time has embedded their names and grown to become a part of the tree.
*******(Yeah this is where a picture I took is supposed to be… but I don’t know where the files are saved…. Lame… I’ll look for ‘em)
So after hours of hunting, hubby finally found the one. While Grandpa Hone and Uncle Z were searching for the second tree, we cut ours down and hauled it back to the truck.
This is Hubs hard at work cutting down the tree.
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When we got the tree home we had to continue cut a few feet off just so we could fit it into the house.