The Christmas Tree Farm
It was fun and wild and hasty, and when we got home, I was too tired to decorate the tree. And, um, it’s still not decorated. Let this post be further proof that our life is far from perfect. Fun and joy-filled, yes, but perfect? Heck no! When we got home from the tree farm …
…I slammed my knee into the side of the staircase (ouch) and was so exhausted dealing with fussy kids and strands of lights that didn’t work that I poured myself a mimosa, at 3:30 p.m. (hey, no judging!) unable to do a single thing more. So I ate some apple cake and drank my mimosa.
But, you should have seen Carson’s eyes light up when he saw the candy canes. Can you say 3 year old heaven? P.S. We went to Hunter’s Tree Farm, which isn’t really a farm, in the Wedgewood neighborhood of Seattle. It’s been a family-run business since the 1940s, I think. They have a farm on the peninsula and bring their trees over for the city folks. We love supporting a friendly family-owned business each year (this is our fourth year visiting this spot).