I know, I know, it’s five days past Christmas, but I’m late in getting these pictures up, which were actually taken a whole ten days ago.  But I wasn’t going to let this one get by without documentation: our first Christmas tree upstate!  We decided to forego a tree in the city, and focus our efforts (and wallet) on a tree for the house.  We figured the vaulted ceilings and bare living room cried out for some life, specifically, a fresh cut pine.  Don’t ask me the type, because they weren’t marked.  At this stage in my tree buying life, I cannot tell fir from spruce; let alone scotch pine from white pine.  We ended up with the conventional, short-needled kind.

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We visited a local ‘cut your own’ tree farm the weekend before Christmas.  It was the day after a huge storm had dumped 12+ beautiful inches of snow on Columbia and Berkshire County so the scene was set.  As we headed out for the farm, a light snow started to fall.  We showed up hoping for some kind of tree-cutting instructions, or at least an experienced family we could copy.  What we got was two women pointing us to a row of wheeled metal contraptions from their heated room.  Each cart had a saw and a rug mat hanging off the side.  This wasn’t difficult, but we definitely hesitated.  What was the mat for?  To kneel on, Anuj replied, as though he’d done this a hundred times.  To kneel on.  We chose the closest cart and set off into the now picked-over rows of trees.  It didn’t take long to find our beauty.

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Anuj got on his mat and started sawing, while I stood back, gently dispensing advice and snapping photos.  I love this one:

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We packed her up and wheeled her back.

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Then brought her home for decorating.

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Our first tree!

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Did you notice the lights on top are out?  That was about two hours of cursing and swapping bulbs.  Definitely not in the spirit of the day, but somehow a perfect ending.

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