We bundle them up and put on their muck boots, pile into the truck and head up the winding road to Reinhart Tree Farm . It's Christmas tree hunting time. The winter sky glows blurry orange as we set out to find our perfect tree. Abby Sue wants the "happiest" one, Ben wants the "lonliest", and Zibby loves them all. It's quiet, only a few families search around us. We are on top of the world. And then...through the hazy cold, Daddy spots her...our Christmas tree. Happy, lonely, and loveable. All three kids gather round and give her the thumbs up. We stop by the barn for cookies and cider...marvel, once again, at the "singing tree", visit with friends, and head back down the hill with our tree in tow.
Silverton...I love you.
I just love it. That is something I would really like to do someday and maybe there is somewhere around here to do it, but it just isn't the same here. My brother and his wife work on her family's tree farm every year and I am so envious of the pictures of them sipping cider around the fire (and in snow). So awesome. What a memory for your kids. Home Depot just isn't the same!
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