|cut in Colorado|
|a very locally grown tree|
When we got home, I wanted my own tree. It was so late in the season I just sent Bill out because he had told me he'd seen " a hundred good ones". He was back in ten minutes. 10 minutes!
|locally grown, but sparse|
This year, I had my heart set on something splendid, full, tall. We liked the idea of cutting something local and free. With our friend's permission we cut from his land, not quite a quarter of a mile from home. Most of the better trees were tall, and we'd have to cut off 4-5 feet of trunk. Bill rejected my first choice in favor of this.
Five minutes of drilling holes and forcing limbs cut from other trees into the holes I gave up.
|fresh and full!|
We ventured out and chose this one.
We're both pleased.
Do you feel the same childlike excitement decorating the tree that you did fifty years ago? Why do you think that is?