The Year of the Perfect (Wild) Christmas Tree

(Yes, the title is similar to The Year of the Perfect Christmas Tree, which is a wonderful story and was a gift from our friend Sue W. when we lived in Traverse City. I still love it and read it every year.)

Every year, my dad says we should come up to cut our Christmas tree at his place. Every year, I thank him, but of course, with schedules and weather, it does not seem practical.

However, this year, we went. Drove up Friday. Back home Saturday (which is also my sister Bonnie's birthday!).

We also combined it with James and Sarah, and a trip they had already planned to Frankenmuth. On th e way up, we ate chicken at Zehnder's, and made a quick stop at Bronner's. I had never been to those places before.

We had a good visit with my folks, and bundled up very good for our walk in deep snow to choose our tree. Brrr. Very cold. But very beautiful! The tree is perfect, of course!
Back at home, when John set up the tree, and unbound the branches, we had a hearty laugh. It takes up most of the living room!

But it smells so good!=