A Christmas Tradition Soon Over~

Once upon a time a wee girl ventured out with her Mama and Papa, with her brother Joe and her sister Laurie...to choose the perfect tree. Years later, this same girl bundled up her own brood and took the long drive to the same family owned tree farm.

Last year, the sweet man who owned it passed away. His beautiful wife Barbara and her son ran it, but due to her age and her son's commitments, things are destined to change.

Change is sad, traditions that may no longer be, can be heart wrenching...

I understand the reasons, but still my heart longs for someone to come and continue to run this as a quaint tree farm, and not a plot of land for luxury condos.

We've passed through the gate and begin the slow walk up the hill to the well groomed trees. One will soon be chosen as ours.

One very beautiful special tree.

Could it be this one?

I think we found it!

We have opted for smaller this year...as with the building project that took place last month, we no longer have an empty corner in our living room.

The old place the tree stood in years gone by, is now a door that leads to a new bedroom. A bedroom that was very much needed by our family who is waiting for God to bring another to our fold.

A big one explains to the littlest why you can't run down the hill.

Not sure the little one is getting it, the big one has her work cut out for her, as the Mama take pictures of our family's tradition.

The handsome Knight who is ready to cut said tree.

The big one has enlisted a helper.

Reflections of Christmas past and present

Perhaps the last year of our Christmas tradition, that began with my Hungarian father, who loved family tradition and a good long car ride!

Tied and ready to be adorned in it's new place of prominence.

Thank you Sugar Plum Tree Farm...

for all of the wonderful memories. I hope to see you next year, but if not- know you will be always loved and remembered.