if you happen to be heading north to New England for your holiday Concolor, the evergreen that gifts your home with the scent of citrus.
Is there anything cornier than a Christmas tree farm?
Sleighbell’s, in Sutton, Massachusetts, even has a food truck with corn on the menu…28 different varieties of kettle corn, including Coal in Your Stocking, Buffalo Bang and Bananas Foster.
Better get an early start, while the neon on the sign of our Village’s main drag diner still glows.
This is the smallest tree farm I’ve visited, with mainly pipsqueak specimens.
Have the larger ones been harvested already this year? All that are left come about up to your chin. Time to reimagine the look of your holiday great room.
If you have a great room. We don’t, so we’re fine with what Santa has made available to us this holiday. What’s here is undeniably hokey. The air in the shop is thick with sentiment and has a toy train running and a great vintage display.
But still, less corny than some places. There is real atmosphere under the lowering skies. A mammoth white oak muscling up over it all.
A pond, beyond.
A nifty bird house.
A bird’s nest someone saved, displayed on a perfect spot, a trailer hitch.
A warming fire where you can chow down on your turkey sandwich picnic. Mulled cider, bourbon optional.
A very nice young couple with a very nice couple of dogs.
Oh, wait, they’re the ones we’re meeting here! Maud and Dan. Gus and Ottie. Excellent. Saws for all.
When your tree is small you only need to take one or two rest breaks while cutting it. Easy for me to say.
As if that’s not enough corn, a trip to Vaillancourt in Sutton, the long-time, globally celebrated designer of snazzy ornaments, shipped all over the world. The store is also a museum and a workshop where little old ladies paint Santa’s and snowmen and Christmas trees as if their livelihoods depended upon it. Which they do. Mr. Vaillancourt happened to be giving a presentation and he spoke about an employee who decided to call it quits at the age of 85. He said to her, Why are you retiring so early?
Snow globes galore. I’ve been dreaming about how I’d like to move into a cozy snow globe, shut out the world, perhaps with a fire and a couple of puppies and guests I like. A private life of magic.
Hard to figure which are the most amazing.
Sometimes spooky items for sale here.
Plenty of Belsnickles, anyway.
All I know is that at 100 or more dollars a handcrafted trinket they are too precious and too rich for my blood.
The rain held off until the long highway slog home. Would be nice to have some of that Buffalo Bang right about now. Time to shake out the tree, throw on the lights, string cranberries. We’ll make our own corn at home.