11 December 2013

tree day

On Black Friday, my family runs for the hills. For us, the day after Thanksgiving is for tromping around in the mountains searching out our Christmas Tree.

For the past several years we've gone to Mountain Creek Christmas Tree Farm, a small family-owned place under Mount Si. With friends, family, burning hot cider, and gingerbread, we head up the valley sides evaluating each tree for form, trim, and character.

This year we stumbled over our tree in a back corner, surrounded by other, perhaps more impressive trees. But we knew he was ours because of the eccentric curve in his trunk and his balanced unsymmetricallity (not a word, but I like how it flips off the tongue). 

Little Katie counted his rings to be about sixteen. He was just waiting for us all those years.

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