Our landlord gave us permission to cut our Christmas tree from the nearby strip of woods. John and Robyn scouted the woods for the perfect tree. Matt and I joined them later.
Robyn was six years old—the perfect age for a tree cutting adventure.
Matt was only a little over six months old. It was a very cold day, below freezing, and I was concerned it was too cold for him. But, I bundled him up well and he did fine. I still have that wool hat he's wearing.
I remember how proud Robyn was to be bringing home a tree that we cut ourselves.
With a rope tied around the trunk, John dragged the tree through the field to our home. Robyn was his little helper.
When we got to our backyard, I took a picture of my favorite woodsman posing with the tree.
Then Robyn took a picture of the three of us.
And someone took a picture of Robyn.
We decorated our tree with colored lights, popcorn garland and cranberry garland that we strung ourselves, candy canes, and the ornaments we had collected so far.
I will always remember the fun we had the day we cut our Christmas tree—the old fashioned way.
