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I want to go back. Back to the good old days. Not that I want to be younger or actually GO back in time, but rather I want things to stop changing. I like stuff the way it currently is or used to be. Some things nowadays are designed to make our lives easier, but they just make it harder. And when things break down, it takes a skilled technician, two weeks and a thousand dollars to fix them.
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Happy Thanksgiving week y’all! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday no matter what your plans.
Posted in blogging, Christmas, Family, friends, Holidays, Jansen Schmidt, tagged Black Friday, Christmas traditions, Christmas tree farms, Christmas trees, cutting down Christmas tree, evergreens on December 1, 2014| 10 Comments »
Black Friday is probably the only day of the year I avoid shopping of any kind. I detest the crowds and the idea of “wasting” a day off fighting over parking spaces, pawing through tables of discounted goods, and standing in line for any reason. No. Thank. You.
I do, however, like to get out there early and pick out just the right Christmas tree. I love the sparkling dew on the aromatic branches. I enjoy the exhilaration of climbing the hills and valleys on either side of the farm we visit nearly every year. Eye-balling potential specimens from all angles looking for unacceptable flat spots or gaps.
But, when we find the perfect tree — our tree — I can’t stop the childish excitement that bubbles out. I clap my hands and grin from ear to ear as my husband crawls around on the ground looking for the perfect place to cut down our find.
The smell of fresh cut evergreen fills my nostrils, the oozing pitch sticks to my fingers, the prickly needles bite into my skin as we carry our perfect tree to the netting area.
Ah, Christmas — let the season of sparkling lights and magical moments begin!
Do you cut down your own tree? What’s your favorite part about tree hunting? Do you have a favorite kind of Christmas tree? I’m anxious to know dear readers.
Fun fact about me: I didn’t celebrate Christmas until I was in my early 20’s.
Word of the Day: Oology
Original post by Jansen Schmidt, November 2014. Photos courtesy Google Images.
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