The trees I really, really enjoyed at Christmas when I was a kid, is when we at the tippy top of New York state. The road we lived on terminated after our property and turned into a logging road. Not that we saw any logging trucks coming out of there. Just a few rangers. The soil was sand and pine needles and our house was surrounded by gigantic pine trees. My dad had a "native" shade garden. Mainly populated with plants he transplanted from the forest. Basically mosses.
At Christmas, we would wax the runners on the sled and hitch the dog up to it. Then, the family would hike through the drifts of snow back through the park/logging lands. We (my dad) would look for a spruce of about the right size to take back home. When we found it, he would use the saw he brought with him to cut it down while we kids goofed around with the dog. Then, we would put the tree on the sled and the dog and my dad would drag it back home.
It was only two Christmases, but it was a wonderful experience.
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Merry Christmas Million Bells!
A very Merry Christmas to you, Million Bells!!! 'See' you next year & look forward to your garden.
Thank you both! I hope you had wonderful holidays too!
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