A friend of mine recently explained to me the difference between cutting your own Christmas tree and hunting your own Christmas tree. Cutting your own Christmas tree is what we did last year when we went to Gresham and stopped at a farm just off a main road walked down neatly trimmed aisles of trees that looked pretty much the same until we picked the one we wanted. It was fast, it was not too expensive (though it can be) and the workers kept everyone moving quickly.
This year we drove out to NW Skyline Blvd and stopped at farm shrouded in fog with acres of trees to choose from spread across rolling hills. They had a fire and hot chocolate and seemed happy to let us linger. The trees were still in rows (I can see why that's practical), but they were funny-looking and interesting and came in all shapes and sizes. We really had to hunt to find the right one for us, which happened to be funny-looking, but we like it all the same.
We tromped through snow and mud to find exactly the right one for us. The farm's dog kept us company for awhile and we chose the one that was definitely in the muddiest spot. Of course we did. We almost felt bad getting back into our car all muddy.
Once we got back I pulled out all of my Christmas decorations and went to work making our apartment merry. Most of our decorations are handmade, by us or bought from an artisan. And it feels nice to add something to that every year, even if I doubt these snowflakes will be used again next year.