It may not be as picturesque as shopping in Vermont, but picking a tree in Virginia – at the same place we’ve gotten a tree for five of the six years we’ve lived here - has it’s own special moments…
Meeting Casey on his way home from work so we could have the tree for longer than if we waited for the weekend.
Our first time picking a tree at night, but not our first time picking a winner from the row of $20 specials.
Sweet family photo thwarted by Abel’s interest in a dog walking by.
Little explorer. And bright lights that kind of make the trees look like they’ve got snow.
Fire pit and awestruck gazing.
Sweet family photo thwarted by Abel’s scrunched up face and muscle flexing.
Nine eager and well intended (and completely unsuccessful if we had to have one for a Christmas card) attempts to take adorable photos of Abel in a radio flyer wagon.
First haul.
Result: a short, well shaped tree that will spend the night stretching out it’s branches to receive an adornment of lights and ornaments tomorrow.
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