We had read that Jarretsville Nurseries was a great place to go and family friendly. There was a bit of a discussion on the distance but no actual details. The boys napped and we dressed quickly to venture out to get our tree. We drove, drove and drove some more. The entire time that we were driving had us concerned about the winding roads on the way back with a tree secured to the roof. After passing the road and seeing the sun set (read: not good for finding a tree in the D-A-R-K), we turned the car around and found the road.
After exiting the car, we saw a minimal amount of fresh cut trees. It was TOO dark to take the tractor out to search for one and after the LONG drive, we picked the best one that we could find.
We liked this tree a lot but it was just too big.
We knew that coming home without a tree was not an option. Jackson was in tears earlier in the day at the thought of taking a nap because he was certain we wouldn't end up not getting a tree. Little did we know that we should have skipped naps based upon the distance that we had to drive.
The perfect tree turned out to be one with the Frasier Fir sign helping people identify the trees available.
The boys kept an eye on our helper and were very concerned about the entire tree baling experience. Connor, specifically, was worried that the tree was going to get hurt or that we were going to loose it in the baling machine. We assured him that everything would be alright.
After the tree was baled, our helpers got some directions from 2 almost 5 year olds to finding our car in the parking lot. Jackson helped grab the rope and after some parental exchanging of words (typical, right), the boys relaxed and were able to watch the Polar Express as their mom and dad channeled their inner scout training with ropes.
We made it home with some slow driving on the winding roads and numerous people being inches from our bumper and secured the tree in the tree stand.
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