Last month, we journeyed to this wonderful spot in Pleasant Hill, Missouri, to pick up a couple of pumpkins and "tag" our Christmas tree. On the day after Thanksgiving, we returned with our son, daughter-in-law and little grand daughter, to cut down our tree and one for them as well!
In the front yard of the tree farm, a sweet manger scene was on display---our little one loves Baby Jesus!
However, she wasn't real sure about the huge "Santa"in the old wagon.
We "boarded" the hay-filled trailer and headed out to the spot where our "tagged" tree was waiting for us!
Ah, yes, what a sweet experience!!! So serene---so blissful--what a wonderful holiday memory!!! Yes indeedy, the joy of cutting down your own Christmas tree----with your family! It's just the best!
We were off!
I remembered the day we "tagged" our tree----we found it on the other side of the little lake---by the road. I had placed the "SOLD" tag on it and . . . . . .
for good measure, I added my Pink Bandana!!! Yes, sir, we would EASILY spot our tree when we returned!
However, when we came back to cut down our tree, we couldn't find the one with the Pink Bandana. We walked and walked. . . and I started to became snarly---I was CERTAIN someone else had also seen what a perfect tree it was and had done a little "switch-a-roo" with the tags.
We kept looking and looking, when all of a sudden I spotted another perfect tree. . . .
and I just knew it was OURS, however, the bandana tied on top wasn't PINK, but instead. . . .
it was BLUE!!! Upon closer inspection, I saw the orange "sold" tag ID numbers clearly matched our receipt numbers.
Once I started pulling the bandana apart I saw .. . . . . . .
my PINK bandana was there after all!
It seems the weather conditions had caused the black ink to run and somehow give the appearance of blue to the beautiful PINKNESS of that tree-identifying bandana!!
Praise be---we had our perfect tree!!!
It was now the time my husband looks forward to the most---the actual sawing down of the Christmas Tree.
He takes great pride in skillfully slicing the trunk at the most advantageous spot---one that leaves the perfect amount of wood exposed that will allow for additional trimming before we actually place it in the stand (the fresh cut removes any sap that has collected on the bottom so the tree can "drink" more water while it is in the stand--in the house!)----without sacrificing too much height!
That man is an expert tree cutter---he's done it many, many times!!!
So he grabbed the saw he had selected from the assortment the Tree Farm folks have on hand and took his position on the ground next to the pine beauty.
While I have my camera snapping away and our son, his wife and the grand daughter watch in adoring admiration, he proceeds to hack away at the trunk.
He took about five swipes with the saw over the bark and announced what a "terrible saw" (for the sake of sensitive readers, I did not really write what he called that saw) that was. Beads of perspiration dripped down his nose as he continued to grinch and gnaw away at the tree with the tool.
Seeing no progress was being made in budging the tree and fearing a round of words that could have been even more offensive, our son says something like "give it here, dad"--- "let me do it"!
Whoa, those were fighting words!! My husband jumps up and thrusting the saw at our son said something like "here, you just see how easy that is then".
Our son takes over on the ground---next to the tree, and after a few scrapes back and forth quickly agreed at what a "terrible saw" that was. Yep, his dad was right again.
A teeny smirk appeared on the face of the Elder Woodsman!
It was then that I hiked back around the lake and fetched a "helper tree- cutter- downer" and a different saw!
This fine young man quickly agreed that the first saw was not in prime tree cutting shape, then, while using the second saw, he quickly demonstrated his great skill at efficiently cutting down a Christmas tree.
Note the keen interest my husband took in supervising the exact location of "the cut"!
Then, the "helper" happily passed the saw over to our son---he and his wife picked out a "perfect tree" of their own. It was right by ours!!!
Our son, who took his dad's supervision well, promptly cut down their family Christmas tree!
The strong woodsmen hauled the Christmas trees back to the office area of the tree farm.
As I went inside to pay for our tree, I noticed something I had missed when we came down before---look at the bittersweet vine growing up the side of the building!
We went inside to pay for our trees and our grand daughter was thrilled to see the kitties I had posted about in October---they had grown so much.
When we came back outside, the trees had been placed in a special contraption that shakes out the loose needles, then wrapped in plastic netting to protect the branches and make for easier transporting.
Ah, yes, we did have a fun trip to the tree farm after all!
We said farewell to St. Nick and his team of straw horses-----then we headed home with our Christmas Trees!
We showed THE STONE RABBIT our trees when we returned to the house---he thought they were both perfect. He also thought the bandana story was pretty funny---and told me that it served as a reminder to not be so fast to jump to the wrong conclusion! Then he pointed to the Christmas Countdown Board he had just found in my Christmas storage boxes----oh my, I thought, I didn't realize Christmas was THAT CLOSE!!!
Didn't we just celebrate Thanksgiving?
Guess I'd better get busy!
Speaking of busy, there have been a lot of busy bloggers getting their Pink Saturday Posts ready for us! To see the list of those terrific folks, just visit Beverly at HOW SWEET THE SOUND!