In search of the perfect gifts…and the traveling boots


With my husband off to San Diego for a week, I am in search of his perfect gift.

What is your idea of the perfect gift? If someone special in your life were to ask you to describe what you would like, a material object, written words as confirmation of love, a trip together…..

Finding gifts for children, young or grown, is easy (unless you are looking for a Cabbage Patch kid in 1980) they usually provide (Santa) me with a rather detailed and lengthy list. Finding gifts for my husband, not so easy; you see, he doesn’t care about the perfect sweater, the best boots, shiniest watch, or latest electronic gadgets, he has no use for gold cuff links, he has 4 pair of cowboy boots, every tool imaginable; I’m bored with buying jeans and white t-shirts. I could just ask him; but, I like the surprise…otherwise, it is like he chose his gift and I wrapped it..kinda senseless. So, I search and think, and ponder. Walking aimlessly through crowded malls, hoping to come across the “perfect” gift is not a viable option (at least not for me).
He never really wants anything; I need to find that little something that carries with it some emotional value, maybe… rather than their practical or monetary value. Perhaps something that will remind him of love, and experiences, of past times…but, what?(err, maybe that’s what I want)
Back to him; I could make him a new scarf from our llama fiber; I think I will. The scarf he will like,but..something,the one perfect gift……????? He is forever busy, building, farm chores,and repairs…a nice long, relaxing massage? He never really takes time to relax..or time for himself, this may be a “perfect” gift.

Or, maybe…I’ll keep searching.

dining room tree...

Kitchen/family tree...lots of old and handmade ornaments

lookin' for inspiration...with the boots

the boots.

boots with salvaged barn beams

boots..with the stock trailer

boots...with chopped wood (maybe he needs a new ax)

boots at the hay feeder..not sure she is very impressed.

I have found the one whom my soul loves... song of Solomon 3:4 (well, at least I found something)

On such a tangled, fragile mesh of meanings there rests enormous weight. The search goes on; I have a week. I can do this! Right?

Be Well,
Jess

The art of choosing a Christmas tree.


I thought this would be a good time to pop back in; and re-post this amusing (to me ) course of events. We are selling Christmas trees for the first time here at the shop; kinda excited!

Or, how not to choose a Christmas tree.

It is no secret, I LOVE Christmas, so getting prepared is bliss. Our family enjoys heading out to a Christmas tree farm to select and cut our own Christmas tree. Nothing is as much fun or nostalgic around the holidays than packing up and heading to a Christmas tree farm… I have memories of pulling my children around in a plastic sled through the rows of trees, as they grew we would argue over which was the best tree, while we were totally freezing, then watching them try to cut and carry the trees. Today, the weather is a bit wonky..60 something and sunny…what is up with that? I want frosty fingers and a bright red nose when searching for our trees, (I suffered in silence and endured the warmth…;) It’s a wonderful tradition, and it’s a wonderful thing to do in a world now that is so far removed from nature,all the technology and all the craziness and all the horrible news— it just gives you a chance to maybe step back to a simpler time..to slow down a little.

We wonder in search of the perfect trees…covering acres and acres of neatly planted rows of trees; breathing in the fresh scent of pine that permeates the air. If we come across a potential keeper…we like to use the arm test,raise an arm toward your ceiling to the height you want your tree to be, measure the tree with your arm (note to self…it does not work if Dad measures the ceiling and Jenn measures the tree)…Don’t forget that the tree stand often adds to the overall height, perhaps 4 to 6 inches….and leave room for the star. Full, with sturdy branches to hold oodles, and oodles of ornaments; this is another requirement.

Also, please note it is not necessary, when choosing a tree, to lie on the grass and play with their cat for 20 or so minutes, as you decide whether to name (re-name) him Gerard or Christmas Tree.

A big pot of turkey soup and hot cider waiting at home = perfect day.

I was temporarily derailed from my tree hunting mission...

Josh and Juli all set for their drive back to the city...

Do you have a natural tree or an artificial? I remember the modern allure of the aluminum trees as a child…Sister Helen even had a rotating light in front of hers…:)

Be Well,
Jess