So, the day after Thanksgiving, we break out the music. We break out the cheer. We break out the decorations, my Christmas piano music, and chop down our tree.
This year, we saved all but the music for Saturday, because we were in Spring Valley visiting my parents and got back too late.
So, Saturday, we turned up our tunes, and drove to a Christmas tree farm. Miles and miles of trees, it seemed.
We took a tractor and trailer ride to find our perfect tree. It was sprinkling out; I was secretly hoping it would turn into snow, but no such luck.
We walked, and walked, and walked some more.
Here she is, our voluptuous beauty.
Colin cut her down.
And we took her home. She ended up looking huge once we got her inside.
Here she is all lit up.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Soon the bells will start,
And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing,
Right within your heart.
And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing,
Right within your heart.
We use to go to the Christmas tree farm for our tree and it was so much fun searching for the 'perfect' tree!
ReplyDeleteLooks like you guys found your perfect tree!! It's beautiful!
How beautiful! I have never been to a farm before. What an amazing tradition that your little girl will have:)
ReplyDeleteI wish I had the desire to take care of a live tree, but sadly I do not. So I enjoy your story about getting yours and I love the pictures.
ReplyDeleteWow!! That is a lovely tree! you two picked out a beautiful one :)
ReplyDeleteLove the tree! It sure is beautiful! I love the way a real tree smells. :)
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