What is it about finding the "perfect" xmas tree? I am not content unless I have surveyed each tree, at least twice and have this innate sense that when I see it, I (and only I) will know it. I am confident Melissa does not have this magic power. Reagan might, and Ian, well, Ian was too busy trying to head-butt us to really care...
So our 2 hour hike through the choose-and-cut tree farm was an adventure. The tree hit me. My face was bloody. Folks were staring.
And the tree? Mels first comment was " that is not going to fit in the house". I should listen to her more. In the image, note the full-size window behind the tree (if you can find it) for a size reference. It is huge.
It almost didn't fit through the bailer on account of it being too wide, but with some elbow grease it did. So it was wrapped up to a 3 foot diameter and we set it up inside. Now the moment of truth: cutting the bailing and letting the tree open up. Reagan hid behind the couch, Mel moved back about 15 feet and I was left to cut the high-tension wire to release the beast. With every cut, a the tree groaned like an avalanche waiting to fall. Then finally, "boom" down came the branches, needles, railing against the wall, windows and me. Let me add that Blue Spruces are very sharp... We laughed for a good 20 minutes.
Neighbors came to the door asking if everything was ok, cause they heard the boom and all.
My advice: pick a tree off the lot (quickly, a nice soft one too) and if you have questions, ask Mel.
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