I don't know if anything has symbolized moving back to the Northwest more to me than picking out and cutting down our tree. I definitely was not prepared; everyone else had on rubber boots, and had their kids wearing boots. Lily was wearing her light up Sketchers. At least I had them wearing coats! We drove through beautiful countryside to get to this tree farm up on a hill. Then we went on a "hayride" pulled by a tractor, to get us up to wear the trees were. We just got a Douglas Fir this year; maybe next year we'll go for a Great or Noble. But we like our tree. It's kind of crazy it's $24, compared to the $300 fake ones you have to buy for a nice one in Texas!
