We usually fetch our Christmas tree from a forest of firs set up in the lot of a fruit and vegetable stand near our house. But this year, we decided to venture out of the city and visit a u-cut tree farm, and make a day of it by stopping at a quaint place to have lunch.
I don't know how that devolved into eating Chinese noodles in the food court of the local mall, seeing "Lincoln," and then picking out a tree in a lot just across town. Oh well. It was still a lovely day.
And it's a lovely tree. Funny how every year, the tree we pick out is The Best One We've Ever Had.
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| The chosen tree swooshes through the baler. |
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| It's carried home atop the car, Romney-style. |
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| Ruh-roh. A bit too tall. Another scrape added to the ceiling. |
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| A great thrift-store find: vintage ornament hooks--the only kind that work. |
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| To Pebble and Django, the tree is just a glorified water fountain. |
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We usually fetch our Christmas tree from a forest of firs set up in the lot of a fruit and vegetable stand near our house. But this year, we decided to venture out of the city and visit a u-cut tree farm, and make a day of it by stopping at a quaint place to have lunch.
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