Weekend Road Trip and Love Makes No Sense

This past weekend we took a short road trip to the little lakeside village of Olcott Beach, perched on the shore of Lake Ontario in Niagara County. We heard there was a new ship in port and wanted to check her out first hand. She's a stout little brigantine (sailboat) named....The Black Pearl. You won't find Johnny Depp around, but Olcott DOES host a Pirate Festival every year so she should feel right at home! She is owned by Liberty Excursions and will join the schooner Liberty in plying the waters of Lake Ontario in full sail as a passenger ship. She was recently bought and has been extensively renovated by the couple that owns Liberty Excursions and will be ready to sail next season. A little internet research turned up a build start date of 1939 and was finished in the late 40's or early 50's. She has quite a storied history, including sailing to Europe and participating in both the 300th anniversary in Philadelphia and 10 Mayor's Cup races in New York City. No one was at the dock when we went down to check her out and the Liberty was no where to be seen, so we assume she was sailing at that time. Although the Pearl looks small when compared mentally to a "pirate ship", she is still quite impressive and we will have photos on the Etsy site shortly.

Ah, love. It really makes no sense. You just can't explain it. I am talking about, of all things, that farm again. Yes, after we decided there was absolutely NO way we were buying the place, we were back out there this week reconsidering. We still don't know how we'd get a mortgage, but we did stumble on the shingles to repair the roof hidden in a corner of a barn, so at least that would be one less expense! I guess like any good love story, this one has more twists and turns yet to go. We'll keep everyone updated. All I know is this; if we buy this place, it needs a serious mowing! I jabbed my finger with a pricker and it still hurts, and I am sure there's still some stickers and burrs stuck to my clothes!

Still Nothing On The Farm

Still waiting on the listing agent, this isn't looking good. Well, here's a photo of the view we'd have if we did buy it from the livingroom (no, it doesn't own all this, I wish!!).

The great real vs fake tree debate

This may seem a little off topic for us here at Scenic New York, since we don't have either in our shop right now. However, we're hoping that changes! While we have been house hunting for about a year now, we just recently considered a mini-farm (or farmette). It's only about 10 acres, which is more like a microfarm when compared to the hundreds of acres a traditional farm encompasses. But it seems like a reasonable place for a couple of non-farmers to start. Now, don't get me wrong, I (the wife half) have farming in my genes, but it's a generation removed. In fact, my great-great aunt and uncle were popcorn farmers (there were a number of traditional cattle and crop farmers as well).

How does that relate to real vs fake trees? Well, I have always dreamed of owning a farm, and a Christmas Tree Farm in particular. This little place isn't a Christmas tree farm at present, in fact, it's abandoned and overgrown. But it's a starting point. We might not even buy it, for various reasons. But it made me start researching Christmas tree farming and the decline in sales of cut it yourself and live/real Christmas trees as people chose plastic over pine.
I'll admit, we have a fake tree right now. Not totally by choice, but it's hard to find a 2 1/2" live tree on most lots. We have a very small house right now and can't fit a traditional sized tree. We tried Norfolk Island Pines, but we just don't have the right lighting for them. As a kid growing up though, my grandparents always had a real tree that my grandpa would go cut from the couple of acres they lived on. When they switched to a fake tree because it was getting to be too much for him, I had a complete fit and wouldn't help decorate that "thing". It just wasn't right in my mind as a child. My father always had a real tree too, and we would go out to a tree farm to cut it. There's nothing like walking around at a Christmas tree farm, with the trees covered in snow-it's magical. Plus it was always my job to water the tree, and I loved crawling under it and smelling the piney smell.

I do understand why people opt for fake trees. Really. It's easier, and usually cheaper. You can put them up earlier and they don't drop as many needles (sorry, but they do shed-mine leaves a few reminders of it's presence every time I put it up or take it down). But somehow even the "nicest" ones look fake to me. They have come along way since my grandparent's fake tree with it's painted green wooden center and stiff wired branches, but they still can't replicate the look and feel of a real tree. And they certainly don't smell as good!

It's funny though, because another reason I see a lot of people saying they don't want a live tree is they can't bear to have a tree die just for their enjoyment. I really think a lot of people don't know about tree farms, where the trees are raised for that special day when they get to grace someone's home with their natural beauty and scent. I think that would be a hurdle we would have to overcome if we chose to raise Christmas trees. I don't think we could do much about watering them or needles falling, but I'd love to tell people about how the trees are grown just so they can be part of the most magical time of the year and about how new little trees are planted each spring to replace the ones that are harvested.

Well, only time will tell if we buy this little farm. But it certainly made me think about trying again to find a real tree for this Christmas instead of using my fake one again!