You might think we're lucky to have a tree farm less than a quarter of a mile down the road, but I would have to disagree. This farm is one of the most pathetic farms I've seen, because the trees are never trimmed! Last year we managed to find a beautiful Blue Spruce, but I made the comment that we wouldn't return the following year because of the poor selection.
Unfortunately, since convincing Zach to go tree chopping is literally like pulling teeth, I make compromises. He's not a big fan of traveling an hour to my favorite tree farm, so I agreed to go to our local farm instead. I'll let you be the judge of this one. I admit that it's growing on me. It certainly is wayyyyyy better than any articial tree that Zach tries to convince me to buy every. single. year.
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