such a thing as the the perfect tree? This year there was for the Millers.
No bare sides, not to full, not to skimpy, good overall shape,
and most important...soft needles (aaaaww.)
The Hunt. Summer scoped out the prospective trees high on
Daddy's shoulders. But soon wanted down to get a closer
look at the white fluffy stuff on the ground.
Summer soon realized she could have snow cones all year long.
She nestled in over this tree stump for 10 minutes licking the
snow. The only reason she left is because we physically forced her
away, as to not leave her behind to be eaten by wolves. oh my!
Onlookers gazed at the perfect tree as Andrew drew out his
mighty saw to cut it down! (Ziggy came to visit us again...hence
the foxy looking pup)
Seeing how the battery was running low, the 4 inch trunk was
a mighty fight for the young strapping lad, BUT he pervailed and
conquered its longing desire to remain in the wooded grove.
After much snow-licking, dog chasing, and tree cutting observation,
Summer shown signs of exhaustion. Thank goodness for a
fine K-9 companion that will lend a soft shoulder to rest
her weary head on.
Alas, the tree is complete! One last trimming on the
bottom portion, some fresh water, lights and ornaments,
then celebrating to boot. Our 8th Christmas tree hunt
comes to a close.
