The tree

Here are some pictures from our trip to get the Christmas tree.

It's a great place, free coffee, hot chocolate, cookies and a horse drawn wagon to boot. But it is more expensive. We figure it's worth the fun.

We couldn't help ourselves.

We HAD to go see their chickens. We admired them. They were pretty fat, much fatter than our free-range chickens of the same breed. We wondered if that was because of lack of exercise. There's not much for a chicken to do in a coop. The ground is all muddy, nothing to scratch for, nothing to peck at except the other chickens.

We felt especially sorry for one hen who continually pecked at the empty waterer. She didn't give up, she just kept trying. We wanted to help her out but felt that it wasn't our place. (And our chickens have been without water before...it happens. But we did feel for her.)

The Lord provided a $10 tree, already cut. It was just standing there waiting to be paid for. It was a bargain from the $30 to cut your own. We are definitely in the market for a bargain these days! My husband wondered about not having the experience of cutting a tree, it wouldn't be as fun if we didn't.

He came up with a great solution. We rode on the horse drawn wagon to the tree-cutting area and then played hide-and-seek.

Here the boys count to 50. Ready or not, here we come!

It was a good time, then we headed back to pick up our tree and go home.

A high school gal picked up the wrapped tree to carry to our truck. It was a service offered by the establishment.

A courtesy.

But it just didn't seem right.

The boys thanked her and said no, they would carry it.