Sunday, December 7th 2014
Blessed with no work on this early December Sunday, Dear Hubby and I undertook to take our kids OUT of the city and INTO the country to find ourselves a Christmas Tree. Imagine:
A drive just long enough to shake off shades of the city, and voila:
A simple greeting from the lovely proprietors and we’re off through the woods. First up, this heavenly brook:
I wanted to capture the essence of it and slip it in my breast pocket and take it home forever. But with kids such a fleeting thought is about as close as you come to actual communion with nature. Or anything. Like, thoughts.
On the other hand, possibly my favorite photo bomb of all time:
And the moment is gone. But lo, what’s this?
Through the woods to a Christmas Tree field:
Looking for The One:
Hmm, why does that tree have pirate boots?
Not sure which tree to choose, so let’s try a Flamly Pic:
We agree on a tree and Daddy does the honors. (Sorry tree! And thank you farmer!)
I’m happy this is the most barbaric thing we do in the woods:
Boy moves in for the kill with Hand Saw:
[Kids and tools: a whole other post.]
More Boy in Glory:
Even sharing the love with his Sister!
When she did it, he exclaimed, “You’re DOING it Clarita!” (Such sweet Big-Brotherly Love his Mamma drinks in like Manna.) #swoon
On another note, one huge perk of pulling out the Christmas decorations is dressing up the cat:
You can tell he totes *loves* it, although perhaps not as much as Flash Cat here with us cracking up at him:
In case you’re worried about the cat, here he is contemplating his life in the corner:
Because I’m usually everywhere but home on weekends, having the day off and spending it with my family and feeling like a stereotype -archetype perhaps- never felt so good.
Tree’s not decorated yet, but here’s a taste of the magical Christmas Spirit infiltrating our home we love so entirely:
First star I see tonight!