The process is really a hunt. We're looking for the diamond in the rough. The beauty that has an unusually lovely shape and character given its rough surroundings and environment.
So last Sunday Ryan and I piled into his big truck and took off for the field. I immediately spotted what I thought was a good candidate. But after some deliberation, we decided to keep going. And on and on we rolled...through waist-high weeds and thorny brush, past countless cedar trees. Our conversation went about like this -
"Hmm, what do you think about that one?" "It's a little thin...let's keep going."
"See that one over there...the tall one...what do you think?" "Hmm...I think we can find better."
"Now here's an option." "It's not bad, but I'm not sold yet."
And here's Ryan enthusiastically partaking in the hunt...
This went on for a good 15 minutes. When we were about ready to go back to one that we'd passed a bit before, we stumbled upon "The One"...Somewhat petite, symmetrical, and green. Looking closer, it even had a few blue berries. That's the One!
(It looks like she's got a crazy top, but that's just another tree behind her)
Here we are together. :)
Did I mention that one benefit of a wild cedar is its open branch structure and light weight?
But of course, this one was very, very heavy. It just looks light because my man's so strong. :)
yep. that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
So anyway, we brought her home, cleaned out a few of the dead branches and things that tend to compile when you're a tree in the middle of fallow field, and set her on the stand.
After a few lights, some ribbon, and ornaments, she has lit up our home and hearts.