I remember being a little girl and bundling up in my pear-green, puffy winter jacket that matched my sisters to meet our grandparents at a Christmas tree farm. My main attraction was seeing my Nanny and Daddad and the hotcocoa that would happen in the open trunk of our van after the tree was carefully selected and cut. Naturally I want to relive this tradition so Matt and I have been visiting Baldwin Farms here in Kentucky for a few years now. Walking up and down the lanes of green trees, some bare, others full of prickly little needles that are reaching out to be decorated with bright lights and sparkly ornaments. It’s magical. Maybe it’s because we don’t live in the country, but being at a little tree farm is so refreshing.
To get to said tree farm, we really do go over the river and through the woods. Really, we do. Go way out Tates Creek road and you will find a river that you can’t pass without the help of the ferry. It’s free and the two guys that work it are friendly and nice, even though they are outside in the cold chartering cars, three at a time, back and forth across the river. It’s always fun to have an excuse to cross the river, and we do it every chance we get (which is normally just once a year).
These pictures capture our trip very well. Matt works hard sawing away and I just watch, making sure nobody steals our perfect tree from under our little red noses.