By Ruth A. Ringelstetter
Every year right after Thanksgiving, our thoughts turn to getting our Christmas tree from Summers Christmas Tree Farm. This year the plan was to meet our sister Linda and her children, Emily and John, at the Christmas tree farm at 9 AM.
When we pulled into the lot, they were already there waiting for us. We got out of the car and chatted a little and then started to hike up the hill to the area of Fraser firs. Since we were cutting down three trees, we picked out two saws to make sure we had a nice sharp one for cutting.
We started into the Fraser fir area as several groups were coming out of the woods already carrying their trees. After one tree was carried by, we could hear singing coming out of the woods. Soon a young mother and her daughter, who looked to be around two, came over the hill. The young girl was singing jingle bells, or the couple of lines she could remember anyway. “Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way…hey!”
It took us a little longer to find our trees this year, and as we were looking, more families were heading into the woods. One group went by with three golden retrievers, and several more families had brought their family dog along to romp among the trees.
As we cut down each of our trees, Emily and John carried the trees down to have them baled and set next to our vehicles.
And as we were ready to head out of the woods, several people went by, and one exclaimed that she had forgotten to grab a saw. She was starting to turn back when Joann called out to her and told her she could take one of our saws since we were done. She said they had been coming to Summers for years, so there was no excuse for forgetting the saw. We assume it was their excitement to get to the hunt for the perfect tree.
The weather was cold, but there was no snow on the ground. That is a blessing in one way since you can easily see the shape of the tree, but it’s harder to be in the Christmas spirit…
unless you’re lucky like us and you can hear “Jingle all the way…hey!” ringing through the woods in an excited child’s voice as you pick out your tree.
Happy Shunpiking!
Ruth
Thanks for putting me into more of the Season Spirit.
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