So every year my family goes and cuts down a Christmas tree. And this year, things did not go as expected.
So it rained.
Which was good. California really needed it. But because of fire and storm the place we usually go to was closed.
So we had to drive over an hour away, wait an hour to process for permits (never had to do that before), and then drive another hour away.
When we got there, the snow was super deep. The banks went up to your knees and thighs, depending on the area. It was such hard work. We couldn’t drive up to the tree cutting allowed area, as the snow was so deep, we had to hike in.
While it was raining, which turned into sleet-and snow.
So it was hard to look for a tree with the snow, as my family we all wear glasses-so quickly fogged up and covered in rain.
Then the chainsaw broke so we are all sitting out there standing in the snow and getting even more soaked then we already were.
We finally got the tree, but the rest of the group couldn’t help, so my sister and I are trying to drag this huge 14 foot tree through the crazy deep snow.
And finally we were ready to go. It was so wet that my gloves were full of water and falling off of me, my jacket so soaked it was drippingly full-the rain had gotten through my coat and on my shirt, pants and leggings, etc. I felt like Marianne Dashwood.
[after Marianne has first met Willoughby]
Elinor: Marianne, you must change. You will catch a cold.
Marianne: What care I for colds when there is such a man.
Elinor: You will care very much when your nose swells up.
Marianne: You are right. Help me, Elinor.
But even though it was a lot of work-and we all were soaked it was still fun. Even though after we got home, changed, and ate-all I wanted to do was sleep.
For more stories on cutting down our Christmas tree, go to Winter Wonderland
For more Marianne Dashwood, go to The Austen Series: Reason and Romance