This is what most Christmas tree farms look like in Oregon:
You might say- “that’s just basically a forest with a road through it that somebody happens to own!”
And I would say- BINGO! A forest with a life-size nativity scene, animals, and free hot chocolate, baby!
Also, if you are getting a Christmas tree in Oregon- prepare to be rained on!
(preparing for the fun)
(I have no idea why Isaac is plugging his ears- we were alone)
In my family growing up, we always got Douglas firs.
Which- bonus!- are also the cheapest trees around here! (Is that why we got them Dad??!!)
After last years mysteriously-spikey-tree-of-doom (needles that were so sharp that they broke the skin! And then fell all over our house, making our bare feet BLEED! And got stuck all over the carpet so that I had to pick them out one by one BY HAND!! ), these Dougs looked like bushy old friends!
Old friends that all kind of looked alike.
So, we chose THIS ONE!
(Isaac slid down the hill a few times on his hiney)
And Brian the mountain man chopped it on down
(I like the beard)
(It matches my legs)
I will title this series Jumping Picture Failures:
“Okay guys! Everybody jump! One…two…three!”
(you get the idea)
(Brian probably should have put down the axe?)
And then we walked the 20 feet back to the van!
Seriously, the most fun we’ve had at a Christmas tree farm…well..since we left Oregon!
- Isaac licking a toadstool (mushroom). He survived, so apparently it wasn’t THAT poisonous!
- Joseph whining and asking over and over “Why aren’t we chopping THAT tree down?! Or that one?!”
- Isaac feeding a quarter to the pet donkey.
(In Isaac’s defense, Brian gave him a quarter “to feed the donkey” meaning to put in the animal-food-vending-machine right next to him…)
We wish him well.