Over the river,
Two trees actually.
The small one we found almost immediately.
The large one was there, but we walked by it a few times.
It needed a little TLC. So we started cutting about Strong mans eye level.
Then cut three feet off the top give or take.
Laughter and I made sure the Advent tree made it safely back to the car.
While the bigger two men took charge of the big on.
Therefore you will joyously draw water from the springs of salvation.
~ Isaiah 13:3
1267. Family breakfast.
1268. Warm, sunny winter days to go tree hunting on.
1269. Wooden sleds.
1270. Laughters excitement for snow.
1271. No ropes to hold the down just my arms.
1272. Tiny advent tree.
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