My little, country town doesn’t have a movie theater. There’s no supermarket. And you have to drive twenty minutes to reach the nearest Starbucks. (Shudder).
We do, however, have more Christmas trees than we know what to do with.
There are tree farms on every corner. Every other car driving by our house has a tree strapped to its roof. And I’m almost sure that I can smell pine the minute I drive across the town border.
Or maybe it’s my pine scented candle? Those Yankee candles are pretty impressive…
Anyway, shopping for a Christmas tree is a New England tradition that was extremely important for my family. We never once bought a fake tree. We never once considered it. And now that I moved back to this town with my hubby, I sure wouldn’t want to be the neighbor who was caught carrying a cardboard-wrapped, plastic tree into their home.
We’re not one of those people. 😉
(Let me add that my street takes Christmas decorating quite seriously, and there’s pretty much an unofficial lights-and-decorations contest going on. So far, our house is losing… But only because I’m too cheap to buy more Christmas decorations until after-the-holiday sales).
Yes, Christmas tree farms… They’re everywhere.
There’s a cute one about ten miles from our house. There’s a farm about five miles in the opposite direction. There’s also a Christmas tree farm a half a mile up the street.
And then there’s the farm across the street.
Nate and I have gone there since we moved here, because nothing says
redneck country quite like buying your Christmas tree… and then carrying it home.
Now it’s time to decorate it with lights, bulbs, and candy canes.
Christmas in the country. It’s so perfect, I almost don’t care that there isn’t a Starbucks nearby…