Year after year, my winter-loving self finds refuge in a snow fix back East. The chill in the air, chestnuts on slushy streets and ominous layers that never give quite enough warmth, all bring an unspeakable feeling. I won’t lie–I hate when I can’t feel my toes, but I’d trade a cabana on the beach for a winter wonderland any day!
And yet… I call sunny California my home. There’s just something about 75-degree sunshine that doesn’t shout “festive” to me. And so, the search begins to find anything and everything that makes it feel like a (faux?) wintery Christmas.
Enter: Grandma Buddy’s tree farm. The epitome of holiday charm, it’s tucked away in a darling Sonoma town with a white picket fence to match. Walking up to the property, Grandma’s yellow-cream house is there to great you with the red barn out back.
A grandma after my own heart, she’s covered the lofted beams with dangling twinkle lights, lined the room with thrifted window panes, and placed an antique furnace right in the center where you can rock away to the aroma of hot cocoa. A toy train chugs around the surrounding Christmas villages and locals pop in and out to find their festive something.
My favorite part all? Without a doubt the wreath station. Toward the back of the barn, there’s a cozy little corner filled with every kind of adornment you can think of. Velvety red ribbons, snow-dusted berries, and sparkly pine cones dangle around the room, just waiting to be picked for the perfect wreath.
This year we decided to go with a smaller Christmas tree, so to make up for it we picked the largest wreath in the shed. The fresh smell of pine and Christmassy accents make me smile every time I look at it.
Whether you’re on the search for the perfect tree or looking for faux winter, Grandma Buddy’s is such a darling stop. It’s the perfect place to forget about non-existent snow and transport you to a Christmas wonderland. Oh and the most important part? Make sure your festive something fits in the trunk 😉