My 3 year old and I have been waiting anxiously for weeks for today to arrive.
We had the nicest time chatting with the man running the tree lot. He was friendly and helpful and teased our boys about taking home a gigantic 12 foot tree. He shared with us that he'd been on this same spot of land for the past 20 years, and his father for almost 40 years before that.
His story, combined with seeing his modest residence of a trailer, reminded me of my respect and admiration for farmers. People who are completely dependent on things they can't control, like weather and the buying habits of people in a not so great economy. This man, like his father before him, spends six weeks of the year camped out here, alone, away from his family--the six weeks the rest of us most want to be with family. And he's pleasant, to boot.
Needless to say, we'll be visiting him again next year. :)
And in this-stuff-only-happens-to-me news: one of the tree stands I bought was missing parts, forcing me into Target on Black Friday for a replacement. (I'll admit it wasn't all that bad!)
Although the tree in the kitchen sink just might catch on. ;)
Enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend!