We decided to start a new tradition this year by cutting down our own tree for Christmas. On a rather warm November day, we took the family truckster out into the country and found the tree farm we were looking for.
A short hay ride later, we were standing in the middle of a bunch of trees. The girls picked out the one they wanted and, unlike the Griswold's, we had a saw to cut it down. After hauling it back to "check out", we had it shaken, wrapped up, and tied to the top of the truckster.
|Since we didn't have a root ball to contend with, we didn't look quite like this.|
|The tree is actually larger than it appears.|
Now, to get it in the house.
|Getting there...it's still larger than it appears.|
Moving right along. It was time to release it from it's bind.
Much better. It still looks a little naked, but there stands our nine foot tree.
|Four beautiful, smiling ladies had a great time trimming the tree with Papa.|
|Fake tree upstairs, real tree downstairs. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.|