Thursday, August 2, 2018


One of my favorite memories growing up was cutting down our own Christmas tree.  In the days of artificial trees, we have driven many miles to be sure we can continue on the tradition of a live tree with our girls.
When we left Vermont and started moving further and further south, this became a real concern of mine, but we were always lucky enough to find a real tree and in Texas, of all places, we were still able to cut our own.  I know the girls LOVED this.
So, moving to Florida, I received a lot of recommendations for a few nearby tree farms.  I was so excited... I thought for sure we would find our tree at one of them, but what nobody told me is how most of them are already dying before they even leave the farms due to the high heat in Florida.  I mean, they even spray paint them purple when they turn brown to try to get somebody to buy them. 👀👀
We drove up near the Florida/Georgia line, but their trees were so short.  Then we drove an hour and a half south to another farm, and sure enough, theirs were all dying.  I knew for sure they wouldn't make it to next week, let alone Christmas.
At this point, Brad and I were exhausted so we decided that this year a tree tent would do the trick.  And, the girls were just as excited about running through all of the pre-trees as they were about the farms.  Apparently, they're much easier to please.
When we found our perfect tree, we loaded it up on the car and headed home.  Note to self: wait an extra week or two to buy a pre-cut tree next year.  They don't last nearly as long as the fresh  cut ones.  Lesson learned!

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