It's that time of year again when people drive their cars with trees sticking out of their trunk. Not wanting to be left out, Sandi and I cut down our tree on Saturday. We were over at Sandi' parent's house Friday night to celebrate my birthday. We had BBQ out and dessert in that night - so fun. Since the tree farm is way far away and her parents are half-way between us the tree far we decided to stay the night. We left her parents after breakfast the next day and drove to the tree farm.
Our criteria was a ceiling-height Nobile Fir with a fairly narrow girth. We found our tree and I laid down on the ground and began sawing and sawing and sawing and sawing. After a bit of a break (and time to marvel at how dull the blade was on the saw) I resumed sawing. Finally the wood gave in and the tree toppled. After shoving it into my trunk (with a Trader Joes bag tied to the end as a flag) we drove off with our trophy.
Sandi is providing scale for our tree.
But... how do you really feel about our tree?
We hung our stockings on the mantle with care...
...in hopes that Santa soon would be here.
It is finished!
We love it.
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