Wendy and I took a short trip down the Peninsula to the quiet town of Half Moon Bay. On a overcast slow Sunday afternoon, it was more quiet than usual. The turn off South 280 was surprisingly clear with nearly no cars in front or behind us on the single-lane route towards the coast.
We had a tasty greasy lunch at Flying Fish, a sitdown version of SF’s taco trucks. Fish tacos, fish and chips, and lots of grease. Good for the palate, not so much for the digestive system.
After a stroll along the quiet streets, we were determined to bring a little tree to decorate our home for Christmas. There were several farms along the way, and the one we chose was 4C’s. They had $40 noble firs or monterey pines, all giant for our standards. The old guy told us we could go cut ourselves one in the field behind the row of bushes. We walked through one side of the fields which were populated with everything from 3′ to 6′+. We chose several along the way, but we eventually settled for one that was about 4′ and more portly than tall and slender. It looked healthy and would cheer us up, but there was a bit of guilt that we were taking it off the farm where it could grow until next year.
But for $20, it made the house smell like Christmas. We got the lights and ornaments out of the mothballs. Soon, we’ll have stacks of presents to lay below the fresh scent of pine. Not sure if a plastic tree would be any better for the environment.
