Dec 11 – David had just gotten home but all day the news had been warning of the crazy winter storm heading our way.  I asked if we couldn’t go get the Christmas tree before the snow came.  We trudged out across our front meadow to the spot of young trees I had found.  “That one?” he asked, rather incredulous.  I assured him it was fine.  It’s a rather charmingly old-fashioned looking tree.

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