We headed up the road and decided to go to the tree farm we went to last year. We were feeling lucky that no rain was dripping from the sky as we parked the truck and headed out into the rows of trees. To our surprise, we found our two trees within about ten minutes, which is most certainly a record for our family. Maybe it was Dallin's declaration as we trudged along that helped us decide so quickly. He said, in reference to our typical routine of circling the farm to find the "perfect" tree, "You don't need to be so judgmental!" Poor trees. They must have complexes by the time we're done with them!
So, sure enough. We let our judgments slide and were feeling rather pleased with ourselves as we beckoned to the man with the chainsaw for help. He sliced the trunks neatly and then ordered his son to carry the heavy tree while we attended to the lighter one. Another ten minutes passed and we were loaded up, trees paid for, and ready to go just as a few sprinkles began falling from the sky.
Then, this happened. And all our pride and self-gratification went out the window as we had to ask for help to get us unstuck from the mud.
After several different attempts, the farm owner finally pushed us out with his mini-tractor. We went slipping and sliding towards the paved road with plenty of hoots and hollers and oh-no's! I gunned it and we dared not stop until our tires were firmly on solid pavement. Waving out the window our thank you's, we laughed and laughed at the memories we had just created and to try to save ourselves from our embarrassment. And to think I had nearly foregone this adventure for a tree lot! It's an adventure to remember for certain.
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