We finally got serious about getting a tree and getting it up this weekend. We found one that looked pretty good--a field tree, not a bought tree. It gets harder to find trees in the wild because so many of the Virginia pines left on our land have grown too big to use as a Christmas tree. I would like to buy a root-balled tree again, but the prices are outrageous so that option is out. Last year we cut one on our land for the first time in a long time, and this year we cut one again. I think I'll be looking for a candidate for next year, and start trimming now to improve its shape.
This year's tree was the top of a taller tree. Can you see Larry in the photo? The tree was pretty tall, about 15 feet or so, I'd guess. We cut off the lower part and kept the top eight feet or so. Then we trimmed the branches a bit, and this is the result:
It's bigger than we usually have, but I like it. The open shape of these trees makes them easy to decorate, although it also means a few bare spots. Still, who needs perfect? A perfect tree would be out of place in this house, I think.
This tree reminds me of the trees of my childhood. Dad would go out to a friend's farm and tramp around until he found a tree that was big enough for our house. Mom and Dad liked ceiling-scrapers, which meant trees that were 12 feet tall. Usually the trees were pretty broad too, and the result was a spectacular pine that took up a good chunk of a large living room. It took about 1000 ornaments to decorate it, and those were all put on during the night of Christmas Eve.The finished tree was a sight to behold, glittering and shimmering with lights and glass balls. Mom made beaded ornaments too and those were the real highlight of the tree, with new ones added every year. I feel fortunate to have a few of those special ornaments, along with some of the vintage ornaments that graced their tree.
Last year I packed Mom's ornaments separately, along with my favorites of the glass balls. Where did I put that box? 'Tis a mystery, and one I hope we solve soon. If I could just remember where I put it, I'd be completely happy, but that box has eluded me so far. This is a small house and there are only so many places it could be. It's here...somewhere. Finding it will be tomorrow evening's task.
We got the tree up just in time for two friends to come over for dinner and gift-giving. We were moving fast to get everything done and cleaned up--the side effect of leaving it to the last minute. Now if I can just get the rest of the cards done and the gifts wrapped, I'll be in good shape. I won't be doing much baking this year--since Larry is diabetic the cookies and goodies are just too much temptation to put in his way. The fruitcake, mincemeat tarts and pumpkin pies will probably be the extent of what I make. It won't hurt me to stay away from the sweets, either!
How about you? Is your tree up? Use the linky to show us your tree.