I am one of those who likes to give Thanksgiving its due. I don’t take down the pumpkins or the garlands until Thanksgiving has arrived and we are stuffed full of good food. But once that happens- we roll into Christmas with gusto. First stop on the Christmas parade is the tree.
Each year it is a bit of a debate as what kind of tree and where it will come from- a pre-cut lot or a you cut it yourself farm. Last year, due to the drought, I won out and got a Scotch Pine from up North. We were concerned that a tree cut locally would dry out too quick considering the severe lack of rain and high heat we had during the summer. I really enjoyed that tree. Personally, I think the Scotch Pine is one of the prettiest trees for Christmas.
But this year, we all wanted to head out and cut down our own tree. When we turned on the county road and the trees arched over the road with their golden and red leaves, I was smitten. The beautiful drive ended at an old red barn with tractors coming and going taking families out to the fields on the hayrides. The place is Wall’s Family Farm- run by the family. We met several generations of the family. We had a wonderful time.
Not only did we get a lovely pine, but we also gathered pecans in the orchard. This was a new thing for us and we had a ball. The little two climbed trees to shake down the pecans- not that they were really effective but that was not the point. There were smiles and laughter all around. The weather was a bit warm but at least it wasn’t warm enough to break a sweat. We have cut down Christmas trees in all kinds of weather even though that each year we get our tree the weekend after Thanksgiving
With the sun shinning and the leaves crunching beneath our feet we made some more memories. Each memory adds up to what my children will remember of home and what I will remember of their childhoods. On this day we made many more. If you haven’t got your tree, this farm is a great place to get a tree and make a memory.