Sunday, December 12, 2010
Dashing Through the Snow
We got our tree yesterday. It’s a fun part of our Christmas preparations each year, and we like to go into the mountains and choose one straight from Mother Nature’s own back yard.
Last year it was way too cold in the mountains, and so we bought our tree from a local garden center in town. Even at half price-it was expensive. Still, it was a beauty-tall, full, and perfectly shaped.
Setting out with our $5 permit, we had just a couple hours to find our tree before a big storm was due to hit. It’s gorgeous up in the mountains, but it’s not a place to be when the snow falls so hard you can’t see your hand in front of your face. There was another reason to make this trip a short one. The snow already on the ground was so deep that it was rough going, and we quickly got tired.
We wisely left Willow home this trip-she’s nearing 15, and she would have been helpless in all that snow. It’s a sad reality. Willow has gone along every other time in the last 10 years, but she’s not the dog she used to be. We did bring Kona. At 7 months she has more than enough energy for everyone, and she was in her element in all that snow. She didn’t stop to rest until she was loaded back in the car for the trip home-and then she faded into sleep like a melted snow flake.
We found our tree pretty fast. Even when there isn’t a storm bearing down on us, or snow so deep it’s up to our knees, and we can afford to take a lot longer to find our tree-it isn’t really about the tree. We are enjoying the hunt-the mystery of what lies around the next bend—or down a path begging to be taken. When measured against the gold standard of what makes a perfect Christmas tree, the ones that we find are certainly far from it-trees in nature seldom are as perfect as commercially grown Christmas trees. But somehow, every year-at least in our eyes-we end up with the most beautiful tree, ever.