The thought of buying a pre-packaged holiday tree from the seasonal supplier who sets up shop in the Safeway parking lot after Thanksgiving always seemed to create a bean-counting conflict for Chef.
The Flathead Valley also had plenty of holiday tree farms to choose from. These farms grew enough trees to help fill the nation’s annual demand for Rocky Mountain Christmas trees, but acquiring a fresh-cut and beautifully groomed spruce tree directly from the farmer was again, an unacceptable expense in Chef’s ledger book.
So it was over the river and through the woods for us, for Chef was of the opinion that since we lived near the woods, we should go out into the woods to find our tree. And given his propensity to redirect household funds away from anything he considered frivolous spending, the fact that trees in the woods were free was considered a year-end bonus.
Shopping for the perfect Christmas tree in the woods was a lot easier said than done. After a full day of tree shopping on remote logging roads, we finally ended up with a free tree that looked exactly like we went out into the woods to find it. It smelled better than it looked, and I made the best of it.
Help NORAD’s 'Santa Tracker' out tonight by turning on your runway lights.
Best Wishes and Happy Holidays!
And may all of our dreams for the new year ahead come true...
Living The Big Sky LifeTM
© by DK King
Merry Christmas to you! One year we had the in-laws out to visit from 'Back East' when my children were small. My Mother-in-law's husband, 'Grandpa Dick' insisted we go out and cut our own tree, too, since we lived 'in the woods'. It was the tallest, spindliest tree we ever had, but the kids loved it. Grandpa Dick is long gone now, but we still have the memories. Love your stories. xx
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