We finally had time to get a tree yesterday, and we chose a new experience…cutting down our own tree. I actually spent a lot of time researching this earlier in the year, as I had reservations. Here is what I read that sold me on this option, as well as always having a real tree growing up. We arrived at the tree farm knowing it would be difficult to find what we needed-a slim, almost anorexic tree, but not too sad, which our current living room set up demands. We wandered for a while before spotting it, all by itself, on the side of the hill…it was love at first sight! While Billy and I looked on, Mr. Fleurishing sawed the tree with ease. I made sure it’s surrounding friends knew we were giving it a wonderful new home, albeit a temporary one. I felt better having said that-and yes, I’m weird like that.
