Today was The Day.
The perfect day to get the tree.
Not raining is always good, and today was sunny and cold.
School can wait.
We can see Mt. Baker, along the way to the tree farm.
And we go by this church, which I like for the traditional look and the graveyard on both sides.
The view from the tree farm... acres and acres of firs, surrounded by mountains.
That's Mt. Baker, hiding in the clouds.
And the Twin Sisters poke their heads over the foothills across the river.
But we are all about finding the perfect tree.
Wyatt scouts them out.
Tate is just happy to be there, finding the Perfect Tree.
Yes! This is the one!
Tate and Gunnar use the Swedish saw like a cross-cut saw,
and have the lower branches trimmed and the tree down in minutes.
We've been coming to this same lot for ever.
Any size Douglas Fir, twenty-five bucks.
Not to mention, hot cider, cookies, and candy canes in the office, by the wood stove :D
We've got it in, up, and lighted.