We headed out for our annual pilgrimage to find a Christmas tree. We thought about going to a cut-your-own place, but didn't have any information on local places. We ended up going down the road to our usual spot (Brigiotta's) and checking out the Frasier Pines.
The kids love looking at the Christmas trees, though Matt was far more interested in eating snow from the parking lot. We had a discussion on "dirty snow" vs. "clean snow," so hopefully he'll only eat clean, white snow from the backyard from now on. Of course, judging from this picture, I don't think our talk was very effective.
We wandered the aisles, trying to find a tree that seemed "big enough." We do this every year, worried that the tree will look tiny in the living room. And every year, we end up with a tree a tad bigger than we expected. This year, we had to cut a bit off the tree to get it to stand upright in the room. It must have been nine feet tall! We took the net off the tree, and it began expanding to mammoth proportions. The thing must have a six foot diameter at the base.
Next year, we will remember that a six-foot tall tree is big enough!
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