Dad and I went hunting this morning. We got up early, put on an extra layer of warm clothes, and treked through waht's left of Friday's snow in search of...trees.
I bagged a white pine. It's not everyone's favorite, since the needles are a bit yellow and the branches droop if you have heavy ornaments. I like that the trunks are straight as rulers and the needles are soft.
My mom does have heavy ornaments, so she requested a Scotch pine.
We found her a nice tree, tossed them in the truck, and went to pay. "We have a Scotch pine and a white pine," Dad told the tree farm guy.
"No sir, you have a white pine and a Douglas fir," the tree farm guy responded.
"Uh-oh. I was instructed to get Scotch pine," Dad said.
"Tell her it's a Scotch pine," he said. "She'll never know the difference."
(Actually, she might. Mom probably looked it up on the National Christmas Tree Association to figure out what she wanted.)
Posted by Nic at December 11, 2005 08:55 PM | TrackBack