We always go to a Christmas tree farm to get our Christmas tree. Which doesn’t really make sense, since I gave up years and years ago on the evergreens that grow around this area. It seems the Christmas Tree Farms here always grow the long needle variety and those long needles turn hypodermic deadly when you are trying to take down the dried up, long needle tree. I have for many years bought a Frasier Fir tree, from a Christmas tree farm around here, that has been imported usually from some northern state like Michigan or Wisconsin. So right after Thanksgiving I headed off to a Christmas tree farm, Biermann’s, to buy my imported Frasier Fir Christmas tree. We have gone to Biermann’s for the last few years, after the two previous Christmas tree farms we frequented closed due to “developments” that took over the farm.
This year it was just me and Andrea, Wasim and her kids; Zain, Aalia and Nail and my other sister Miriam. We made quick work of it…somehow it seems we are defeating the purpose (and real fun?) of tramping all over the “farm” to find that perfect tree. We just head to the imported Frasier Fir row, look at the height, find the one which seems to have the most straight truck and fullest branches and in minutes have our tree. But it is a nice tradition and they do serve hot chocolate and cookies. And this year we didn’t really even need coats.
Aalia, my sister Miriam and Zain.
Inside the “barn”, where you can buy wreaths, garlands, etc. Nail, Aalia, and Zain.