This week we cut our Christmas tree.
Last week Don and I took a walk and staked out prospects. We found a nice candidate on a neighbor's land (we had his permission, of course). We made a mental note of the tree and went home.
The day we chose to cut was bitterly cold, but bright and sunny. We drove the car onto an access road that bisects the neighbor's land. The tree was about half a mile away, so we decided to use the car to bring the tree back.
We parked the car on a wide spot on the access road and walked in to inspect the tree.
Here's the candidate. Not perfectly-shaped, but the right size as well as nice and bushy.
We sent the girls back to the car to fetch the nippers and saw.
Don did the cutting.
Then the girls dragged the tree back to the car.
Initially we thought we'd tie the tree to the roof rack, but instead we had the girls scramble inside and then shoved the tree in after them. Then, blasting Christmas music on the radio, they held onto the branches while we bumped off the access road and turned for home.
Once it was trimmed to size, we had the usual awkward "Is it straight NOW?" moments until we got the tree in place.
Not too bad a selection.
However when we went to unpack the lights so we could string them up, we found we had none. Oops! We vaguely remembering tossing all our old lights last year because they stopped working. We meant to pick some up later and never got around to it. So... Don made a trip into town and bought some lights.
Then the kids started the chaos of decorating.
Lydia was, of course, a huge help.
Don added the angel.
By the next day, most of the tree was decorated and most of the chaos was cleared away.
A bit lopsided, perhaps, but pretty overall.