As we were driving to the Christmas Tree farm in west Mount Vernon, Eric and I reminisced about last year's escapade to get the tree. Keith was super busy, so one evening Devin, Eric and I set off in Devin's truck to get the job done. There are so many unfamiliar roads out in tree farm country that we were relying on Devin's GPS to guide us to our destination. Apparantly the roads were unfamiliar to the GPS as well, cuz it guided us right up to a dyke with a dead end road! Our navigation systems on our new phones worked much better this year, and we went to a farm we've cut a number of trees from, the place where they give you hot apple cider. The weather was clear, just a cool breeze blowing, we all had our hats, thanks to reminders from Eric, and the search was on. We picked out this beauty, and Eric did all the cutting himself, complete with the tree tackle method Devin used last year to knock the tree to the ground. Yeah, we know how to milk a situation for all the fun you can possibly get out of it!




On the way home we could be heard singing "Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, how lovely are your branches..." as we drove out of sight.