Christmas tree adventure
I’ve never taken the time to get a Christmas tree while living on my own before because, honestly, Christmas doesn’t mean much to me. But having moved into a spacious single-family carriage house with Steve, it sounded a lot more fun to drag a big needly tree into my living room this year. Today Mandy and I drove all the way out to Tower-N-Pines Farm to cut down our own tree. We followed this up with dinner at Mary Yoder’s Amish Kitchen, where Mandy told me everything she knows about the Amish (Middlefield has the world’s fourth largest Amish population).
I was hoping for an axe, but they only provided hacksaws. I then realized that, despite being cooler and more fun, an axe would have required blindly swinging your arms into the branches:
We did a lot of walking and probably looked at every single tree. This took a long time:
We settled on this one:
Finally, the moment I had been waiting for:
Mandy even got her chance to make this face:
It worked:
Note all the inferior trees in the background:
Then there was dragging:
We tied it to the roof of Mandy’s car using the rope from my grappling hook (farm’s ropes? $11). It arrived safely:
Steve made up for his non-participation by helping “unfell” the tree:
Real mature, Steve:
Steve guesstimates that the tree is “almost 10 feet” tall.
