Good Evening Internet,
Before we begin I feel it important to declare the
following: The Organic Seasonal Decoration depicted below is not to be
considered a “tree”. The gentleman at the Christmas tree farm said as much
himself, preferring not to refer to it as a tree due to its size. Not being a tree, the decoration cannot be in
violation of any building rules regarding natural Christmas trees.
Clearly not a tree.
Also, I’m Matt. I
have a beard, and frequently work away from where I live. A few weeks ago Carla and I took the kids to
a Christmas tree farm in neighboring Hants County. While photographing the
adventure I commented that I might like to write a guest post. And here you find me.
In neighboring Hants County, a short jaunt up the 101 from
Halifax, lies the lovely rural community of Mount Uniacke. In Mount Uniacke reside a brave couple who
have risen to the daunting task of domesticating their small acreage, wrestling
the pines, firs, and spruces into the submissive and orderly garden that is a
Christmas tree farm. Having grown up in
a rural community myself, and having spent no small part of my childhood
running through the forest, I find the sight of trees growing neatly in rows a
bit odd.
Max however, is a child of the suburbs. And being loosed upon the wilderness with the
only instruction of finding a tree decoration to cut down is a situation
that fills him with a vicious excitement.
Arborist's are in demand. Skills shortage and all.
As it was very cold and we were poorly dressed, our trip
consisted of a short lap around a few strands of trees, hoping to locate a
suitable victim as quickly as possible.
A first.
Victory!
Also, this was Max’s first opportunity to play in snow this
winter. An opportunity he celebrated by
covering himself in the white stuff, and throwing a goodly portion of it at his
mother, sister, and I.
Production.
Execution.
There were also sheep.
Having successfully smuggled our new friend into our home, a
struggle involving no less than 3 SWAT turns and a mad dash up multiple flights
of stairs, the kids took to polishing her up with wild fervor.
Max, unable to reach the top unaided, decided the best
course of action would be to leap from the rail of Ellie’s crib, and crown the
tree as he sailed by. We talked him out
of it.
Additional photos follow.
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