Hunting

Saturday was Get A Tree If It's The Last Thing We Do day. Being in the county that grows the most Christmas trees in the country sure made it easy, and Cheap. I swear we spent less than half the money this year compared to last.

We ended up at one of the hundreds of tree farms a little ways from our house. We just chose the one that looked the best and the least crowded. They only had about 25,000 trees, but we thought we would be able to find something good anyway.

Since we are in a house now that doesn't have 11 foot ceilings, we had to scale down our usual desires. It didn't take us long to find a very nice one of the right size, and we didn't even have to look at 25,000. Actually, after the first 10 or so I couldn't keep them straight, so before we got too far from the car we chose one.


The weather could not have been better - chilly but sunny and no rain. The only thing that could have made it better was a little snow. No real chance of that.


Quinn helped Daddy do the cutting and I did my usual - taking pictures and offering sound advice.

The boy with his trophy tree:

If you look really close you can see Mt. Hood in the background...

The rest of the past week was just the usual. Quinn always wants to change his shirts these days so he can wear his 'cooking shirts', which is any shirt with a pocket, but short sleeves are preferred. He says he needs the pocket to hold his knife.

Good thing it's plastic, or there might be a cooking accident that would be hard to explain.

And this??

Apparently someone wasn't quite ready to get up from his nap. That can happen.