The Great Christmas Tree Hunt
It all began with my Dad and a trip to my grandparents property which held a fairly good number of pine trees. We only had real trees for Christmas so the scent of that pine is firmly planted in my psyche. We could hardly wait for the day Dad would make the trip. That’s right. For many years this was a Dad only outing which made the excitement that much greater. We hemmed and hawed about what he would bring home. Would the tree be tall enough? Would it be able to fit inside our front door? Would the branches be full enough (no half-starved looking tree would do). We never knew exactly when Dad would go on the hunt.
What we didn’t know until we were grown was… (Click Here to read more)