Last night we went and cut our Christmas tree from the woods behind our house. While surrounded by trees, finding a Christmas tree is no easy feat. For starters, several of the varietals up here smell like cat pee which, essentially, one just has to accept. Also, we're in the very northern boreal, so trees are generally very, very skinny and sparse, so you are really looking for the least sparse as compared to a full one. Finally, it is dark by like 4pm, so you are nearly always looking in the dark.
The alternative is a traditional tree for $60 at Canadian Tire. Sixty!! Again, we're like 90% boreal ecosystem.
And so, for several dog walks this week we scoped out trees. Few were even contenders, but we did find two and decided on one. We went out to cut it last night and Mike changed his mind - we were going after the other, significantly more challenging to reach, tree.
So off we went so Mike could hand cut a tree on the side of a cliff from underneath - with essentially no method but holding the tree to stay in place. Fun! Until the hand saw snapped. We trecked home, got the reciprocating saw and returned with a tree. Dragging it through the woods all old school and fun!
I would never suggest that looking at a tree from underneath, particularly one in a somewhat dense patch, may overstate how many branches there are on the top of the tree. I wouldn't say that, but I will add photos.
Regardless, this is our tree and we love it! And the hunt was a lot of fun!
Reminds me of our first Christmas tree circa 1966, which victor still calls our" Charlie Brown " tree. :-)m
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