As we do every year, my sister and I (with our niece too this time) went tree hunting. It’s a lovely process. Taking our time, picking out our favorites, tramping through the snow to compare the possibilities, realizing we aren’t lumberjacks when our shoulders are aching after sawing through half the trunk. Good times are had by all. This year’s tree is decidedly plump, overtaking half the living room. I’m growing more fond of it each day.
Carrie In Writing 