Robbie’s grandmother had a tradition of buying Christmas trees in pots and then planting in the ground after the holidays. In winter her property on Cape Cod was a wonderland of Douglas Firs and Blue Spruces covered in snow. You can see some of them in this post about our winter on Cape Cod. Since my first trip to Robbie’s grandmother’s place in 2008 I have been saying I want to make planting the Christmas tree a family tradition.
This year feels like we are home for the first time. In San Diego we moved around a lot. Nothing ever felt like home. Now that we are settled in New England, we might stay for three years, we might stay for three decades. We don’t feel pressure to think about it. It just feels right.
So the decorations came off the tree and the tree went in the ground. It’s been unseasonably warm all December, but Robbie had dug a hole a couple of weeks in advance just in case the ground froze over through Christmas.
So while this pregnant mama took photos, Bennett offered moral support and mud pies. Thanks daddy, for planting our first Christmas tree.
If you want to plant your own Christmas tree next year, this Gardenista article is great.