I just got a chance to read your nostalgic piece about finding a Christmas tree out in the open neglected fields. It was also reminiscent of my childhood. I often went to trudging out in the woods with him to get a Christmas tree to bring home. It brought to mind a vivid memory of the time when I went out with him and we brought back a tree that was taller than we needed to the house. You mentioned how cedar trees that are wild do not have a natural cone shape. Actually neither due pine trees; I worked on a Christmas tree every summer pruning them to get that Christmas tree shape. Back to what happened when we got home. Dad found the right spot to further cut the tree and left the base terminal section lying on the basement floor. I felt so sad for the tree that I trimmed that forlorn leftover log and just sat with it for awhile. Not knowing what to do with it, I just went back to the woods and dropped it somewhere. Dad never understood why I did that and neither did I.
I just got a chance to read your nostalgic piece about finding a Christmas tree out in the open neglected fields. It was also reminiscent of my childhood. I often went to trudging out in the woods with him to get a Christmas tree to bring home. It brought to mind a vivid memory of the time when I went out with him and we brought back a tree that was taller than we needed to the house. You mentioned how cedar trees that are wild do not have a natural cone shape. Actually neither due pine trees; I worked on a Christmas tree every summer pruning them to get that Christmas tree shape. Back to what happened when we got home. Dad found the right spot to further cut the tree and left the base terminal section lying on the basement floor. I felt so sad for the tree that I trimmed that forlorn leftover log and just sat with it for awhile. Not knowing what to do with it, I just went back to the woods and dropped it somewhere. Dad never understood why I did that and neither did I.