My childhood involved a seasonal job; my cousins and I cut and sold Christmas trees grown on my granddad’s farm, which surrounded our homes. I have fond memories of bundling up to stay warm for the 1/2 mile hike, carrying the saw and helping the ‘town folks’ pick out trees. We’d cut them if they couldn’t do it, and we’d drag them back as well, or pull them behind a snowmobile.
Once we moved to Ohio, we were able to drive back to western Pennsylvania to what is now my uncle’s tree farm. It was a nostalgic trip for me to have the same experience with my kids that I had years ago.
Now in Virginia, we try to continue the tradition. Saturday we had a three hour window where everybody was home at the same time, so we jumped in the Suburban and drove to one of the local tree farms.
I took my turn and the tree started to fall; Shannon grabbed the saw and got all the photographic glory!
We tried to take a snapshot for a Christmas card; I love candid shots for the holidays. Unfortunately, in spite of the fact that all these pictures relate a happy family outing, tempers were short and moodiness ran rampant. With three teenage girls in the family and a 40+ mother, you never quite know how things might roll. We did attempt to take a few ‘happy family’ shots, but this was about the best of the lot.