We used to cut our own Christmas tree every year. It was fun stomping around the fields looking for the perfect specimen. Often we would hear deer hunters’ rifles echoing through the crisp air. It added a little bit of danger to the whole experience.
Last year the weather was so unpleasant by the time we were ready to get our tree that we decided to purchase one from a local garden center instead. I always assumed that a tree you cut yourself would last much longer than anything sold at a tree lot, but I was wrong. That was the healthiest Christmas tree we’ve ever had. If I didn’t insist on killing Christmas each year on December 26th (by then I’m sick of Christmas, sick of snow and ready for the upcoming gardening season which sadly doesn’t arrive for at least another 4 months) that tree would have easily lasted until mid-February.
We decided to patronize the garden center again this year. If nothing else I had to figure out if last year’s tree was a fluke. So far it’s drinking like a fish.