Bakerville Tree Farm, it's a Christmas tree farm!
Hello Hive Peep's
Hope you are all having a wonderful Hive day doing the wonderful HIVE things you all do, each day.
Christmas is here, I think it is a week away! My family is a bit behind on the holiday cheer, so we went to cut a tree the other day at the Bakerville Tree Farm, a short distance outside of Torrington, Connecticut.
With Covid and the world all sorts of messed up, it seems like everything is cattywampus. Most tree places said there was a shortage of trees this year and a lot of places are closed. This is due to the post pandemic blues, a drought that happened 10 years ago, and people just buying trees earlier than last year.
Any who, the tradition of walking around a lot, looking for a tree, then cutting it, did ping my SCIFI “What if thinking”, like, hey, human farm, and trees walking around cutting us... it's a horror… But then hey, it's a tree... IDK… I think my mind is a bit crazy at times.
So, that's all the preamble for today's writing, let's get to the story and the photos from this outing!
Bakerville Tree Farm
Location : 800 Town Hill Rd, New Hartford, CT 06057
Link : https://goo.gl/maps/ZzgzQYxcGCuxhSqT8
The Daily Photos
When you arrive, this is the first thing you see. Not quite a festive sign, not quite a well-designed sign... but it does its job, and does its job well. Thanks sign.
This next sign is a bit more festive and at least has some charm unto it.
This is one of them "cut your own" farms, so, you grab a saw from the wall and treck out into the fields to find a tree you like, then you murder it, carry its dead body back to your car, and display it for a month for all to see in your home adorned with memories
With the saw in hand, it was time to head out into the killing fields and locate a sacrifice that would be worthy of honoring the Santa.
A lot of the trees were underdeveloped. The treelord at the gate told us that they buy the trees at 2 years of age, then plant them. It takes another 6 - 10 years for them to grow into something that is worth the saw. 6 - 10 years of watching their fellow trees get cut down and dragged away... until it's your time.
Some trees had some babies they were trying to make, a futile attempt I would think, but hey, at least they are trying.
Such as this little guy, pumping up the pine cones, flaunting their reproductive might.
And then the remainder of the ones that had fallen, the fate of about 95% of the trees here... just death, only death awaits them.
But, let's stay positive! Babies ... pine babies in the trees.
Many, many pine babies in the woods.
Some of the trees looked good, but it was hard to find one that fit the needs of the Christmas altar.
Getting lost in the pines, the greens, the needles, hearing the wind and walking amungus the trees was ... ... relaxing.
Exploring the various shapes and angles of the trees was also exciting for me.
Pathways ascend down rows and rows of trees, You can almost get lost when you walk among the fake forest.
Then the trees part, and you see the young, the newcomers, the 2-year-old babies that are still young, happy and naive to the horrors that await them soon.
There was even a lovely little lake to look at when you took a break from pondering the life of a Christmas tree.
Then it happened, We found the tree that would be sacrificed for our holiday needs and unto it, we brought the blood covered saw.
The bones of the saw, the blood covered blade, I could hear the cries of the wood as I cut through it with the rusty blade.
Counting the rings, it looks like this tree is about 8 or 9 years old.. Perhaps 10 at the high end, but there is the end of its life here on Earth. It is now slowly dying only 10 feet away from where I am sitting.
so, we slapped the old tree on top of the roof of the car, paid the tree lord $50 for the 10 years he tendered the tree and drove away.
Well, there you have it. My adventure to the Bakerville Tree Farm to harvest a tree. Stay tuned for another story about the decorating it and perhaps more holiday things...
Happy holidays and see you soon.
- Cheers