Our search took us far and wide around Niagara County. I looked up places that sell “cut your own” trees on Pick Your Own and found two nearby. We hopped in the van and we were on our way. The first place was a bust. No trees under 20 feet-- though they tried to convince us to cut part of it off to fit. I thought it was too much work and Kyle's inner hippie didn't agree with discarding so much of such an old tree.

The next place had trees a mile walk back to the woods. No thank you. However, on the way to this house, was an unadvertised place (except for the sign in the drive) so we stopped to check it out. It seemed fancy shmancy (as far as cut your own can be and compared to the last two!) with a little sign hanging on the door with all the different types of trees that were available. The woman greeted us and handed us not only a saw, but also a little mat for Kyle to kneel on while cutting--now that’s service. We walked around quite a bit to find “the perfect tree” according to Cameron.




We each had our own ideas of what a perfect tree looked like.





But, in the end we found one that everyone could agree on.











I can't believe how crazy nerdy I look in that picture. Oh well, can't be a super model every day. This was taken right after the lady told us what kind of tree it is. I don't remember the name, only that is the citrus-y smelling one that I may or may not be allergic to. Yea.

Here's the story on all of this...growing up, everyone in my family is allergic to Christmas trees...and everything else. Apparently, it's not really the tree so much as the mold growing on the tree. As an adult, I was bound and determined to get a real tree and at that time realized how wonderful it smelled. It all seemed like that was how Christmas was supposed to be, so for several years we got real trees with no real problems. Until the year we go the citrus tree; my mom left with a sinus infection and I was having some effects from it, too. Last year we resorted to a fake tree (gifted from my favorite aunt--thank you!) but I was really disappointed. My mom won't be staying with us this year, so hey ho! Real tree here we go! Let's just hope we all make it out still breathing...AND for the record--yes, I currently have a sinus infection BUT I've had it since before we got the tree. So there.