I remember from when I was young "hunting" for our Christmas tree in the forest. We didn't do it every year, but the ones we did were the only years that I actually remember getting our Christmas tree. We would get all bundled up and driving out to the forest (usually wasn't very far!) armed only with our saw, thermos full of fresh hot cocoa and the knowledge that a pot of my mom's fantastic soup was warm and waiting for us at home we would tromp out in the snow in search of the "perfect" tree. Or at least as perfect a tree as you can get that has only been groomed by God. So, this year Jeremy and I decided to go hunting a waskily Chwistmas twee with our family. We went up to Detroit and got a cutting permit last Saturday. It was a gorgeous, bright, sunny, freezing cold day. For the first time in my memory it's the dead of winter in the Willamette Valley and it hasn't rained in almost 2 weeks now! The air is so dry everything I touch shocks me and Lily's downey hair is in a constant state of "flitting away" with static.
We, too, went armed with a hatchet,--cause we don't have a saw (my poor sweetie)--a thermos of hot cocoa, bundled up and with the knowledge that there was a full crock pot of beef barley stew smelling up our house and a "map" from the forest service. We went out and drove up several forest service/logging roads, got out until we were too frozen to stand it anymore and then moved on to the next one. One road up the mountain--way up the mountain--sported a thousand foot drop off on one side and a rock slide on the other and our Christmas tree waiting for us to cut it and take it home. When we stopped next to it I looked up and said, "Honey, I think it might be a little big." "No," my husband assured me, "I work with lengths all the time and I can tell; that's not over about 10 ft." So, up the hill he went with the hatchet and went to work chopping down the tree. Lily and I busied ourselves taking pictures and Lily sweeping the road with a small branch and throwing rocks off the embankment.

"TIIIMMMBBBEEERRR!" Down our tree came. As Jeremy climbed down the hill and stood looking over our tree laying on the ground, he said, "I think maybe it's a bit bigger than 10 ft." So, he chopped off another bit chunk and we tied it to the top of our car finally answering Lily's question on the way up to get the tree...who's gonna carry it?
When we got home and Jeremy lugged the tree up the stairs and set it up in our living room with the 9 ft. vaulted ceiling, the top bowed against the ceiling so we, again, chopped off a sizable chunk off the top this time. Now we have a huge tree awaiting lights and ornaments. My evenings have been spent the last 3 days stringing popcorn into a garland. One more to go and we will be ready. Lily and I made cinnamon tree ornaments this morning. They are still baking and our house smells like Christmas. Now if only it would snow to match the crazy cold weather, it would really feel like Christmas!