We drove down I-81 through Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Virginia to I-77 on our way home the Saturday after Thanksgiving. This being such a scenic route, right along the Appalachian Mountains, and us within days of December and now in the midst of Christmas season, I started thinking about all of the years I had wished we could make some time to head to the mountains for a tree farm to select our own Christmas tree to cut down. I quickly got on the Google and started trying to find a Christmas tree farm along our route that wouldn’t add too much time or headache to our trip. It was a tricky pursuit—most would close by sunset so we had to pass the farm before 5pm, but for how far did we really want to have a Christmas tree on our roof?—and I nearly gave up after several searches near towns we were passing that showed the farms would add an hour or more of driving to our trip…not to mention that quite a few “tree farms” did not have very sophisticated websites and therefore didn’t offer a ton of information on whether or not they were still operating. Nevertheless, I persisted and luckily found Ridge Road Ranch Christmas Tree Farm just a few miles off of the highway just north of Blacksburg, Virginia. Not only had I always thought selecting and cutting down our Christmas tree would be a fun and quaint experience, but, knowing that we were flying out on our big trip to Spain on Christmas day and, as such, were not planning on getting out a lot of our Christmas décor (or even any ornaments), I thought this would at least be a special experience related to our Christmas tree (and it made me feel less Grinch-y about not getting everything out of the attic).
The snow on the ground definitely added to the experience and it was definitely fun to get out and stretch our legs for a bit to break up the drive. Going in, we decided on a small tree so you’ll see that we stuck to mostly the areas of trees probably 6’ or less. We all had a great time exploring the grounds, playing the snow, checking out the views, and, of course, picking out our little tree. Fortunately, minus a few needles at the bottom, our little tree survived the nearly 300-mile drive we still had to make to get home.
I did not take any pictures of our decorated tree this year, probably for two reasons: 1) I was in the thick of planning and squaring away our aforementioned big trip to Spain; and 2) Decorating our tree was a process this year—as we were not getting down our ornaments from the attic, I decided to make decorating the tree our Advent activity. I trolled Pinterest for an idea a day for homemade ornaments. We made and painted cinnamon dough ornaments (just applesauce, tons of cinnamon, and glue—I did post some of these to Instagram), painted pinecones, tied ribbons on sticks in the shape of Christmas trees, melted beads shaped in cookie cutters, did a science experiment with pipe cleaners and dissolved Borax to make snowflake ornaments, made Perler bead ornaments, and strung a garland of popcorn and freeze-dried cranberries. We also read Christmas books, made hot chocolate, watched holiday movies, made reindeer food, had family game night, and made cookies as some of our Advent activities. Ella and Jack actually really got into it and only missed not seeing a few of our ornaments. We’ll bring them all back next year—and I’ll be sure to get some pictures of the decorated tree…can’t believe I missed my chance for holiday light bokeh! I have to say, though, photographing our time at a quaint, scenic Christmas tree farm was definitely more fun.











{it’s all fun and games until you hit your sister in the face with a snowball…}


{here, let me get that snow off your face…}

{yeah, that went over well…}

{a little too pleased with himself…}

{but she recovered quickly. and, yes, that is an orange mustache she has here. she was drinking orange gatorade in the car before we got to the tree farm.}

{and we found the one. time to saw!}

{we picked a concolor fir because they’re supposed to have good needle retention—something necessary to survive the long drive home on top of the jeep and also not leave a mess for us when we returned home after a week and a half in spain.}








