I stand corrected. No. 1 son politely reminded me that our Christmas tree is a balsam fir, not a spruce as I alleged in last week’s column. “As a matter of fact, I’ve brought that up for several years,” he quipped.
If you recall, after the conclusion of the deer season our annual family tradition is to harvest a tree along the creek. Last time we met I wrote, “We chose a spruce that would fit nicely in the corner of the living room.” You’d think I should have known better. From now on I will.
A field guide to trees of Wisconsin resides within arm’s reach of my office desk. Apparently it is time for a refresher course in tree identification. After all, 41 years has passed since attending Professor Lee’s introductory forestry class at the local university.