We've only chosen a tree from a local lot twice in the last 16 years: the year of the accident and last year because we had just moved into our new home. This year held the promise of a return to the mountains. Unfortunately, we have things like jobs and high school to contend with on the calendar. We knew it would be a quick trip, but it was worth every mile.
We left the flatlands on a nasty rainy evening. Arriving late, we went straight to bed. But we awoke to the most splendid gift: a winter wonderland!
We took the kids to downtown West Jefferson and enjoyed the sights.
Snow in November is a special treat.
Massive amounts of trees are tagged, cut, and sorted. They await their passage to homes throughout the USA.
We discovered a tree farm that usually only sells wholesale, but the farmer makes exceptions for those of us with connections. And by connections, I mean word-of-mouth friends.
We were the only ones on the whole mountain. It was truly magical.
Mountains+snow+family+Christmas trees = happy momma
The ride home was filled with fellow travelers like this:
I'm so thankful for traditions. I feel grounded. Nostalgic. Contented.