Hunting the Perfect Tree
When we lived in NY, we always cut down our Christmas tree. They had large tree farms with tractor rides, live animals, elaborate shops and warm cider. It was a family event. Everyone into you snow suit. Pile in the van. Browse the fields for a while. Covet the tree that some eager-beaver family tagged when it wasn't freezing outside. Return to the second tree you saw and chop it down. Lug it back to the tractor. Strap it to the roof of the van. Re-pack the children. Fight with the tree to made it stand. Decorate. Admire.
So when we arrived in Illinois, we carried on the tradition. Year one we drove over the river and through the woods to a farm about 45 minutes away. We were a little surprised by how small it was but we found a tree. Year two we went to a farm much closer and far more Charlie Brown. This year we came to the realization that in Illinois they grow corn and soy beans, not evergreen trees - at least if you live south of I-80. (For all you east coasters, there is Chicagoland and there is south of 80. It's very comparable to NYC and Upstate.) Several people told me that they have farms around where you can get a nice tree but I haven't seen them. Maybe if we went west - at least they have trees in the wild. In the mean time, I fear that we have been spoiled by knowing real trees. Nice trees. Pretty trees. Full trees.
So we were left with the following options: 1) Charlie Brown tree farm 2)Pre-cut from Wisconsin 6 weeks ago 3)Fake. Those aren't italics. That's me shuddering. This created a need to analyze how I felt about plastic (and I choose paper at the grocery store). Cons: No pine smell, no family event (and Tim won't remember the previous trips), fake. Pros: Straight "trunk", pre-lit that only comes in white, no complaining about itchy eyes and sneezing for 3 weeks, not cold, will pay for itself if we keep it for 2 decades or so, no need to find a day on the calendar when we have more that 2 hours together.
So I caved. Tim and I went and bought an artificial tree last week. It could have been a family outing but the finding 2 hours together criteria has been challenging the last couple weeks. It was fairly painless. I didn't break out in hives, though Tim had a minor meltdown unrelated to the tree but directly tied to his hatred of shopping. It was a little easier to make it stand than to erect a live tree. The lights were way harder to connect than they should have been. And I have to admit that it doesn't look bad after a little fanning of the branches.
So when we arrived in Illinois, we carried on the tradition. Year one we drove over the river and through the woods to a farm about 45 minutes away. We were a little surprised by how small it was but we found a tree. Year two we went to a farm much closer and far more Charlie Brown. This year we came to the realization that in Illinois they grow corn and soy beans, not evergreen trees - at least if you live south of I-80. (For all you east coasters, there is Chicagoland and there is south of 80. It's very comparable to NYC and Upstate.) Several people told me that they have farms around where you can get a nice tree but I haven't seen them. Maybe if we went west - at least they have trees in the wild. In the mean time, I fear that we have been spoiled by knowing real trees. Nice trees. Pretty trees. Full trees.
So we were left with the following options: 1) Charlie Brown tree farm 2)Pre-cut from Wisconsin 6 weeks ago 3)Fake. Those aren't italics. That's me shuddering. This created a need to analyze how I felt about plastic (and I choose paper at the grocery store). Cons: No pine smell, no family event (and Tim won't remember the previous trips), fake. Pros: Straight "trunk", pre-lit that only comes in white, no complaining about itchy eyes and sneezing for 3 weeks, not cold, will pay for itself if we keep it for 2 decades or so, no need to find a day on the calendar when we have more that 2 hours together.
So I caved. Tim and I went and bought an artificial tree last week. It could have been a family outing but the finding 2 hours together criteria has been challenging the last couple weeks. It was fairly painless. I didn't break out in hives, though Tim had a minor meltdown unrelated to the tree but directly tied to his hatred of shopping. It was a little easier to make it stand than to erect a live tree. The lights were way harder to connect than they should have been. And I have to admit that it doesn't look bad after a little fanning of the branches.