Yesterday we took down the Christmas tree. For many people this is a fairly straightforward task. In our case it is not only taking off the ornaments but then figuring out how to remove a large balled and burlapped Douglas Fir from the sunken living room. It required a hand truck, the access ramps from my pickup, and a little brute strength to get it outside. Usually we have our sons to help but this time we managed the task on our own.
Last year’s endeavor is illustrated in the following pictures
The history of living Christmas trees as our family tradition goes back to our California student days when we were repelled by the mass harvesting of trees which had a two week visit to the house on the way to the trash bin. We began our own protest of this process with small plants as Christmas trees in our student apartment. I even recall a Christmas tumbleweed one year. When we finally acquired our own piece of stony hillside outside Frederick, Maryland we started bringing in 6′-8′ conifers for Christmas. Of course living inside for two weeks is a bit challenging for even the hardiest of evergreens (we average about a 50% survival rate), but we can walk around the property now and point out many trees from over 30 years of using live trees for Christmas.
Our first Christmas tree — A thirty-two year-old White Pine