Mary Alice climbed out of Chad’s SUV and looked over the rolling hills of Applewhite Christmas Tree farm. As a location for their date, it was entirely unexpected. She loved it out here, miles from town, surrounded by the crisp scent of evergreens. “I have so many fond memories of coming out here with my family as a kid.”
Chad came around the front of the vehicle and took her hand. “Why did y’all stop coming?”
“I don’t know. Just grew up, I guess. I brought my class out here on a field trip one year.”
“I bet they loved that.”
“You bet. But what are we doing here? Are we cutting a Christmas tree? Because, in case you missed it, mine is already up.” The prelit one had come out of the box the day after Thanksgiving. She appreciated the convenience and longevity of a fake tree and, God kne
