Posted by: Becky St. Clair in Tradition, Business on
Dec 14, 2009
It was cold, but I didn't care. That's the way it was supposed to be. I rubbed my gloved hands together and giggled quietly at the fog escaping my lips every time I breathed. I felt like I was five years old, going with Grandpa to pick out the very best Christmas tree.
I wasn't with Grandpa, and I certainly wasn't five years old. I'd been out of college a couple of years and was with my husband of only slightly longer. We were getting our very first real Christmas tree as a couple (before we'd only had the two-feet-tall potted ones from Wal-Mart), and had decided to go the route everyone was talking about: Klickers.
Before then, I'd only ever known about Klickers strawberries. People around the Walla Walla Valley love Klickers berries and buy them year-round. Turns out Klickers is so much more than berries.
