Growing a Climbing Tree

When we married, almost seven years ago, we gave everyone who came to our wedding a little blue spruce tree. The baby trees happily zig-zagged their way across country with our wedding guests, were planted, and we promptly forgot about them. A year and a half later our first child was born. We kept his placenta, hoping to find a meaningful and permanent place to bury it beneath a special tree for our son. The placenta hung around our freezer (our personal one, not one of the freezers we sell meat out of!) looking like steak. Four years after that our second child was born, which produced a daughter, a second placenta, and a growing need for a meaningful and permanent place...luckily we moved to Climbing Tree Farm when our daughter was two weeks old. However, we still didn't have the right tree for the job. A few weeks ago our dear friend brought us a housewarming gift...one of the little blue spruce trees from our wedding. These photographs are of our family putting down roots at our new farm. With our placentas planted, and our wedding roots in the dirt, this place is officially ours. Now, we wait, for this sweet little tree to become a proper Climbing Tree (for our grandchildren!).