Yesterday was the traditional “getting-the-Christmas-tree-day”. Every year a couple of weeks before Christmas we head out toward the east of Finland where the Better Half’s dad has a stretch of forest.
Typically this is a whole day event with a couple of extra things besides getting a tree, but the main part is about getting the tree. We’ll head into the forest, packed in warm clothes, carrying axe and saw and on the look-out for a good tree. And typically, it goes like this:
In the first five minutes looking we see a really good tree, but we decide to keep that in mind and check a bit further, since we’re only a few steps into the forest. We’ll be walking around the forest, through half a meter and more snow for 2,5-3 hours to find a good tree, but then after that we end up with the tree we found in the first five minutes and bring that home. Fail-save, set your clock to it.
This time, however, mum-in-law came along (bless her! 😀 ) and we took the first good tree and returned. It took them a whole of about 15 minutes, and I wasn’t even there, since I was lagging behind taking pictures.
It’s always a great experience, though, every year again, and especially this year when there really was a staggering amount of snow!