Our First Time at a Tree Farm
Growing up, we had a fake tree. We lived in Florida and that’s just what you do. And, while I didn’t place much emphasis on our faux fir, I desperately missed the seasons. As a single girl in the city and once Zach and I moved in together, we never put one up because we were always traveling home for the holidays. Once we married and moved to California and were renting a proper home, I decided it was actually time to spring for our own spruce even though we were still spending Christmas away. Zach tried to talk me into a Target tree. He talked about the warm weather, the dry climate and drought, us not being there… I relented and purchased a pine from the big box store but it wasn’t in the house for more than twelve hours before I made him take it down and back. I just can’t do it. To me, Christmas is about tradition and memories made. And, yes, you can absolutely have and do both with a fake tree but that’s not the tradition or the memories I want to create. I love the idea of going and picking out a real tree, the smell, the experience…
Previously, in the city, we went to a tree lot. And by “lot”, I mean a sidewalk or… Whole Foods. Hey, they were cheap! It didn’t make it any less special, we didn’t know any different. It was and still is one of my favorite weekends of the year. We always go right after Thanksgiving to maximize our tree time (and just pray it doesn’t dry out before!), dress festive, play Christmas carols. How can you not be happy? Even when your child breaks 1/5 of the ornaments during the decorating process?! But, this year, living out in the burbs, we went to our very first tree farm, something I’ve envisioned my whole life, and it did not disappoint!
It was stunning. The picturesque Christmas experience. We had so much fun running around, playing tag, hiding behind trees. Even Ollie, who dressed accordingly and slept through the first part, got in on the action at the end. And Zach, usually Scrooge who’d prefer to pick up a tree at the gas station or side of the road, loved that he could put the tree up on his car instead of lugging it back by hand to our apartment that was 10 blocks (and a blown out shoulder) away. All in all, it was a successful first trip! The first of many! Sorry Zach.
Although he didn’t have to worry about lugging it home, if any of you caught my Stories from that day, you know it wasn’t without it’s comedic moments. After declaring, “don’t try this at home” while removing the tree from the roof of the car, Zach then proceeded to crash into said car while trying to navigate a narrow passageway. We also argue every year about how to properly put up the lights. Fun times.
And then there was this one who broke Mama’s brand new rose gold balls moments after this photo was taken.
Needless to say, this followed…
It’s tradition that Lilly and Daddy always do the star together.
Admiring her work the next morning.
No matter what kind of tree you have, when or how you put it up, the amount of ornaments broken or fights that ensued, we hope you’re having a (mostly) happy holiday.