It was Christmas-tree-putting-up weekend at our house. This usually happens on Thanksgiving weekend, but we were a week late this year due to our Thanksgiving travels. And it couldn't have worked out better. Because THIS year, we decided to get a real tree instead of using our artificial one. And even BETTER, we decided to go out to a farm and cut our own tree. This is something I have never done, but have wanted to do for a LONG time. I don't think there are places to do this in Texas. At least not in the city. And, our timing was perfect, because we got to the farm in time for the first snow of the season. So dang fun.
We hiked around in search of the perfect tree.
When we found it, we cut it down (sorry, tree), named it Doug (Daphne's idea - it's a Douglas Fir), and dragged it up to the barn to be shaken and bagged.
While we watied, Daphne played in the snow, and we drank hot apple cider. It was seriously magical. In fact, I don't think we will ever be able to do it again, because it just won't be as good.
Best day ever.
My Christmas spirit is back.
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