It's that time of year when the whole family gears up for a tromp throught the woods to pick out our Christmas tree. We make an afternoon of it, even if the perfect tree is "discovered" in the first half hour. This year Mathew spotted "The One". Once in the house it took up a good third of the living room, and it was in fact perfect. Just what we were looking for: natural looking but full. Not pruned within an inch of its life. Lots of room to hang ornaments. Just like the trees I remember my Dad bringing home...
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