Tree Cutting 09

It's a rainy/sleety/snowy Saturday afternoon. I have Perry Como on the stero..oops, scratch that, Mackenzie just turned off his smooth voice. (My musical preferences place me at age 80). Anyhoo...I have approx. 2 minutes to write, so this will be QUICK.

We bought our Christmas tree today.

Stuck with the Miller tradition,

(even though I had gently suggested an artificial or pre-cut tree. I might as well have suggested no tree at all. )

At the light near our house, I asked that when we get to the farm, to pick the nearest-to-the-van-tree.

Whilst still waiting for the green light, Curt suggested the lone big pine that stood atop the steep slope up to the bypass.

It was green, it was pine and it was close to our home, but we decided it was a tad too big for the living room corner.

So....

We were off to a nice big farm, complete with horse-drawn wagons, a petting zoo, Santa Clause, free refreshments and a plethora of trees.

But, as we looked in the rearview mirror, saw 6 sets of eyes (some of whom are fatigued with colds) and looked ahead at the sleet drops falling gently (albeit forebodingly) on the windshield...and as we saw a little "Christmas Tree Farm" sign (promising not much more than trees) off the side of a road just over a mile from the house,

we changed our minds.

And so, I present to you a few pictures of our tree cutting tradition. Thankfully, our double stroller given to us has wheels to accomodate such terrain...and off we went. Any and every event like this is tiring, but, in the long run-worth the memories. Someday I could be sitting in my little corner of a retirement home, wistefully recalling these days (even though barely remembering them).

Happy Saturday to you! (I'm 'off duty' tonight with my hunky husband...can't wait!)