n the inky-blue hour before dawn, on the coldest day of winter, it is tempting to slide back under the bedcovers. But by 6 o’clock, everyone on the farm is up. It is delivery day.
After breakfast, Christian Morin and his wife, Doris Vargas-Mora, pull on their goat’s wool socks and felt-lined boots and head outside to the yard where the Christmas trees, all bundled in mesh, stand waiting in tidy rows.
Morin climbs onto his
tractor and lifts the trees with a giant mechanical claw, setting them, layer
upon layer, onto a flatbed trailer. When it’s this cold, hands and faces freeze
no matter how bundled up they are in mitts, toques and balaclavas.
Foreman Sergio Martinez Ascenzio has already begun packing his suitcase. He can’t wait to get home to Mexico. His wife gave birth to a baby girl back in September, and she is waiting for Sergio to come home so that they can name their daughter together.