Yesterday started out as a pretty lazy Saturday. Around noontime, however, both Ken and I started feeling a little antsy and, after mulling over a few ideas of what to do with ourselves, Ken was suddenly struck with the brilliant idea of visiting a Christmas tree farm. We found the perfect potential location with just a few clicks on Google, and within only fifteen minutes of the mere idea of it, we were happily bundled up (as much as we thought we needed bundling) and packed into a rented vehicle for an hour-long trek out of the city.
About twenty minutes into our drive, the outdoor scenery started to change dramatically. While it was pretty cold in Toronto before we left, we hadn't seen a single snowflake, nor had the thought of snow occurred to either of us. It literally went from cold and dry to this in less than a mile:
Needless to say, we were really excited about the appearance of snow to accompany our Christmasy outing. We were not, however, dressed properly for such weather.
When we arrived at Drysdale's Farm, we quickly realized we might possibly freeze to death in our hunt for the perfect Christmas tree. Ken was wearing a thick sweatshirt in lieu of a coat, a thin pair of pants and running shoes, whereas I stupidly wore my rain boots (no insulation whatsoever) and a coat made for Spring-like temperatures.
We started this adventure with great intentions of trekking into the woods, finding a tree by ourselves, cutting it down by ourselves, and hauling it home by ourselves. Within seconds of stepping out of the car and into a snow bank, however, we knew without a doubt that the first three of those hopes were completely unrealistic.
(In spite of the freezing temperatures and our poor choices in attire, Ken thought it would be fun to throw a snowball... on his own head.)
We meandered around the farm and enjoyed the winter-wonderland-feeling for as long as our little toes could handle it...
...then hustled our way back to the area where the pre-cut trees were on display once we began losing feeling in our limbs.
After some quick hemming-and-hawing, we settled on a tree that looked pretty perfect for our little place. We paid for it, threw it in a tree bag and hauled it out to the car, only to be faced with the tiny dilemma of fitting the darn thing into the trunk.
The trunk of the car, although fairly large, was slightly too small for what we had in mind. After reading the car manual and trying to see if there were any magic buttons on the back seats to make them disappear, we eventually accepted the fact that there was zero hope of fitting the tree into the trunk. Ever. Tying the tree to the roof of the car wasn't an option, either, since it was a rental and we couldn't risk scratching the heck out of it. Finally, after lots of seat and tree adjusting and lots of cursing ourselves for being so unprepared, we managed to squeeze the poor tree into the backseat of the car with only the slightest bit of the top sticking out the back window. Whew.
We and the tree made it home without incident! We considered it a great success when the tree only lost a few hundred needles during its stressful commute to our house, and not the thousands we were anticipating. We were also pretty proud of ourselves for surviving our near brush with frostbite. All in all? It was a pretty great and successful trip to the tree farm.
And even though it's way too huge for our tiny living room, we think our big ol' tree is pretty darn perfect.
(All pictures were taken with my iPhone. More pictures from our "real" camera to follow.)