the holiday season changes from Thanksgiving to Christmas overnight.
So Mike and I left Washington and returned home to Blue River, knowing that the first nice day we would be out in the woods for the search for the perfect Christmas tree. On the Sunday following Thanksgiving, we were, indeed, on our quest.
It's in my blood to be relentless in looking for the best tree: symmetrical, blue-green, full, yet natural, and preferably a noble fir. I've gone out in the woods for a tree for as long as I can remember; first with my mother and father, then with my husband and an assortment of family members, and this year just Mike and me. As the clear-cuts and new plantings have dwindled over the last few decades, finding a tree that is the right size and growing in good light to form the symmetry I desire has become a greater challenge. Once a year I happily tromp through the snow, over logs, through the brush for as long as it takes to find a great tree.