yesterday, we picked up a christmas tree at a local "cut-your-own" farm. we have found in years past that going to the trouble of cutting your own saves a lot of heartache when it comes to regular clean up; they just lose a lot less needles in those long weeks before the big day.
however, despite our best intentions, we didn't end up chopping down a tree to take home. their advertised field of douglas firs ended up being a small gathering of sad, scraggly, dried-up-looking bushes. none of which was over six feet tall. (but if you are in the market for long-needled red or scotch pine, look no further.)
after we made our decision from the lot of pre-cut michigan balsams, the big strong guys who helped us load our 9 ft. behemoth on top of our wagon placed it on this nifty contraption.
meet the shaker. (note: not our tree.)
think they make these for dogs who shed a lot? i really wanted to place friday up there and see the fur fly!
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