It was time for the annual Tree Hunt. As always, we found the one and only perfect tree for us on the whole mountain. It’s always a miracle. Here’s Jay with the final result. But, before that . . .
There was some snow to plow through.
When falling is a pleasure.
Meg took to her first romp in the snow like every Christmas puppy should. And when she got tired of plowing, she had this new friend to take pity on her and carry her through.
Neil’s Kentuckian friend, Caitlin, joined us for our Thanksgiving celebrating this year and made it even more fun. Meg showed her appreciation.
“And wonders of His love” is how the Christmas carol goes. The grandeur and serenity of the mountains was a wonder.
Wow. Caitlin and winter oak trees are made for each other today. Next time I’ll ask her to take off the not-so-lovely-albeit-warmer-jacket. She is holding her ‘tiny tip of a Christmas tree’ (a line from Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree, see below )– a lacy little juniper begged her to take it home with her.
“Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree” is one of our favorite reads. The illustrations are adorable too. It went out of print for years and then Kristen found it again – republished in color.
This is a charmer too. It makes you laugh and be happy about the holiday stresses of getting everything just NOT right. Thanks, Keli, for introducing this one to us.
It is best to carry one’s Christmas Tree find home on a toboggan or (in a pinch) in the back of a cherry-red pick up.
If I had known the colors would be so stunning and the lighting so soft, and if I had remembered that this was the only time we all would be together before Christmas Card time, I would have coached us on our choice of apparel and given the ‘don’t Cheese it’ lecture to our twins. Thanks for the great shot Caitlin, it was fun to be on the other side of the camera this time . We are perfectly imperfect in it.
