To inaugurate the month of December, John and I trekked back to Yule Farms for our annual cutting down of our Christmas tree. At this time last year, I had just started my blog and wrote about us beginning our tradition of chopping down our tree. To remind you of last year’s adventure, the day involved lots of laughs at the run down tree farm, complete with lukewarm apple cider, a poem celebrating Christmas trees, and free stuffed animal “ornaments” to hang on our tree.
|On the lookout for the perfect tree…|
|Malorie and I watching as the guys assess the trees|
Since we are now in house with very tall ceilings, John was very excited to get a big tree this year. I was concerned about the width of the tree and was certain that the one his eye was on would be too large for the spot we’d chosen in our house. Yet since geometry and spatial reasoning are not my strong suits, I gave in.
|John proudly conquered cutting down our tree!|
|12 feet tall and way too wide. Now affectionally called the Devil Tree.|
|Our new smaller but beautiful tree!|