Years ago, when Mike and I took our first ski trip to Colorado, we fell in love with the Colorado Blue Spruce which blanketed the mountains with their winter snow. Now, every year we go in search of Colorado’s state tree for our own Christmas celebration (despite those prickly branches which make carrying and putting up the tree painful and usually results in a search for Neosporin).
This year, Mike surprised us with a live baby Blue for the farm. We placed the little potted tree in the kitchen so we could enjoy it during all the holiday baking, and in the next few days we’ll plant it on the property. We decided this will be our new tradition — a live Blue Spruce every Christmas.
Hopefully, we’ll have lots of these beauties dotting our landscape for years to come, and for future generations to enjoy.