It's always a fun outing as we tug on the branches to see if any needles fall, walk around it several times to see it's prettiest side, make sure it has spaces to let the ornaments dangle freely.
The height has to be just right as she holds her arm up and we make sure the tree is at least half a foot taller because we always must cut a couple inches off the bottom so the tree can drink.
And then there is circumference to consider. It has to be 'just right' to fit 'just perfect' in between the caribou antlers on the wall.
Who would have thought picking out a Christmas tree would involve such detail.
Marge, the tree lady, also an old classmate of mine, told us to take our time. Besides, the record amount of time picking out the 'perfect tree' was two hours. We did pretty good then, because it took us less than 1/2 hour to pick out not one but three trees.
One for Mom, one for me, and one 'little shaver' for the wee ones to decorate for the birds.
As tradition has earned, we always end our outing with tea at Mom's, the perfect warm-up. I have come to relish this special time with my Mom. We get a lot of catching up done in that short morning, even though we talk every day.
Also included in this post you will see a few of the outside decor at my house, some of which I have made....
This is my beautiful Mom- isn't she just the loveliest? I can only pray to look as spry and wonderful as she when I am 80 years young.