This is the sincere tree lot where we found our Christmas tree. I love the ritual of looking them all over and finding the right tree. It strikes me as a very bizarre custom, dragging a tree into your house and decorating it. Nobody asks why we drag trees into our houses, it’s just what we do.
I dressed warm, and checked them all out. Mark and I tend to choose our tree by smell.
This was the winner. When we asked the tree guy why this one was lighter green and had more smell, he said this was one of the few they didn’t paint. She’s on top of the van, still, we’ll need to bring her in soon.