This will be our third Christmas at The Golden K., our mountain home in the Sierra Nevada Foothills. When living in suburbia with our now grown children Holly and I bought high priced Christmas Trees, usually Noble Pines, from various lots or drove miles to cut them down ourselves. Later we invested in artificial trees that looked great until the lights started to go out after being wrapped back up and stored for a couple of years.
While packing up Suburbia three years ago we threw out the last artificial tree. When Christmas rolled around several months later, and now living in the mountains we went to a local nursery to see about buying a live tree. While looking at what was available we had a “duh” moment realizing that we have five acres full of trees. Why would we spend money on a Christmas tree when we have hundreds of trees of our own to choose from. Our pine trees are a hundred feet tall and we don’t live in altitude high enough for firs. But we do have a lot of cedars so choosing a small cedar for our Christmas tree each year from our own property has become our new tradition.
While cedars are not ideal for hanging ornaments it hasn’t mattered to us. This new tradition has become important to us as a symbol of our transition out of Suburbia and our new way of life in the mountains.
So today we headed out with the girls and a chain saw in tow to hunt for a tree.
After about 20 minutes of surveying our options we chose a tree on the edge of our property. After giving the tree a sniff and once over the girls approved of our selection. Good thing because it was already cut!
After some trimming of branches and securing the tree stand we were ready to trim the tree.
The girls were not to interested in helping with the trimming and almost immediately went into power nap mode. Kloe woke up briefly to “snoopervise” (thanks for the term Monika!) but it didn’t last too long.
After a couple of hours of trimming the tree was done. The girls seemed to approve as they leaned into to get on their Christmas cheer.
*Editors Note: The girls would have had on their Christmas scarves for this photo but that is just not possible with a six month old puppy who would rip her sister’s scarves to pieces as well as her own…..