Today we took our annual trip to Hagg Farm to get our Christmas tree. By some miracle, and unlike every single other time we’ve been there, it wasn’t pouring down icy rain. We were hoping the very light snow flurries we had this morning would last until we went to get a tree, but they didn’t.
The other big difference this year is that we brought the dog.
I don’t know why we brought the dog, since he had to be on his leash the whole time, and we didn’t take him into the barn where the animals were. But there you go.
Hagg Farm is located southwest of Portland, past the tiny little town of Scholls. It is situated on top of a ridge, in the middle of some beautiful country. It’s always a pleasure to drive out there.
That’s the view looking toward the upper tree lot and the U-cut trees. You can take a hayride up that winding road to get there.
This little shed is where you pay for your tree. Don’t feel too sorry for the cashier — there’s a little woodstove in there that cranks out the BTUs.
They also have a nifty tree-baler there. Feed the tree in one end, and it comes out wrapped up like an umbrella. Very handy when space is at a premium in or on your vehicle.
There’s a Big Barn at Haggs, too, that has the Holiday Bazaar in it. The Bazaar consists of an assortment of antiques, knick-knacks, folk art, and candy for sale. There is also a handful of goats and two donkeys, and some dispensers of pet chow.
This year the goats were all asleep. I mean it, they were actually asleep, some of them standing up, and they didn’t even respond when goat chow was offered to them. Inconceivable.
The donkeys, however, were more than willing to pick up the slack.
There is free coffee and hot chocolate, which certainly helps warm you up on a chilly day. But what REALLY helps are the two monstrous woodstoves located in the center of the Barn.
They are impressive, both in their size and the amount of heat they throw off.
We eventually got the tree home, in the door, and in the Christmas tree stand.
Once it was secured, we removed the nylon twine keeping it compressed.
POOF! It’s a tree. A Grand Fir, to be specific. We’ve gotten Grands the last several years. I guess it’s become a tradition.
I’ll put up more pictures once it’s decorated.