Hello lovely friends!
A brief interlude due to a nasty cold bug has kept me quiet.
But I'm on the mend and wanted to share some scenes of this
year's search for the perfect Christmas tree.
We're hoping to grow our own trees here at the old farmhouse,
a dream long intertwined with a wish to live in the country.
We're part way there!
In the meantime, we visit a local tree farm each year,
where the choices are plenty.
As soon as we arrived, the male twin found a perfect specimen.
It was fat in all the right places and just the right height.
It seemed too good to be true; who finds the right tree as soon as they arrive?
So we continued our search, but we couldn't forget that first tree.
So we returned and that tree? Well, it was still there but it was perhaps maybe
a little too fat, so we hummed and hawed and looked at the tree right beside it
and declared, with a little conversation, that it was the perfect tree.
~Be well friends~