Oscar and I made a pact to bring home the same type of tree as we had last year. We fell in love with it’s elegant style, and we want to make this type of tree “Our Tree”.
It’s known (at this lot, anyways) as a “Silver Tip”. Grown at high elevation, it’s not cut from a tree farm, and comes in limited supply. What else can I say. It’s special, and we had to have it.
We planned for a Friday evening, and went to the same lot as last year.
Upon arrival, we had fun, acted silly, and only noticed a little later that they had ZERO Silver Tips in our desired height range (8 to 11 feet).
7 ft. was too short, and 12 ft., too $$$!
The tree people said they were getting new Silver Tips in the next evening. So we left. Lucy was heartbreakingly sweet, pointing out how many perfectly good trees there were, and how we really should bring one home. She cried. Mark looked up other lots, but no one had Silver Tips. We did a Delancey St. drive by, but they didn’t got nuthin’.
We distracted our sadness with Bi-Rite Ice Creams.
When we arrived, they said they Did have the trees we were looking for. However they were still locked on the truck, and they didn’t have the key. They said come back in an hour. What? Mark got someone to take our phone number so they could call us. We went to stall at the Stonestown mall.
Oh yeah, and when we left the lot, again, without a tree, Lucy cried.
We got the call. We arrive on the now very familiar scene. The woman said to me, “Well, we have them, but they’re not so great. Follow me.” UGH. So we walk to the back, where it’s poorly lit, and there are palates strewn around a big dark wet ditch. She picks up a perfect height Silver Tip, straight as an arrow. I say, “I’ll take it.”
(who knows what trees she had been looking at, but clearly it wasn’t ours).
By the Way, Lucy cried again, leaving the lot – this time because I wasn’t actually carrying the tree, and she thought we were leaving Again with out a tree. Now Lucy, that would be a little crazy, don’t you think?