O Christmas Tree

We spent Sunday morning at the Red Caboose Christmas Tree Farm.  We chose this particular farm because it has a cut your own tree policy.  Most of the farms we looked at allow you choose your own tree, but they won't let you chop it down.  Daniel would have none of this.  He claimed he'd rather buy our tree from the grocery store than go out to a tree farm just to have someone else chop down our tree.  Okay.  He donned his one flannel shirt, jeans, and a pair of leather gloves.  He was a little disappointed that he wasn't permitted to use his chain saw, but it turned out that he didn't really need it.  

This farm is family friendly, and so we had a really good time.  Atop bails of hay, we were carted out to the Christmas trees, where we frolicked about until Jude completely wore us down.  He made every attempt to escape from view and had little regard for our rules.   He actually wore himself out and Virginia too, and I ended up carrying them both a great distance, delicately balancing them,  all the while trying to protect my injured finger.  I doubt I'll ever again have use of my left middle finger.  Maybe this is just Karma.  

We enjoyed a free petting zoo and free hot drinks before the kids took a little train ride.  It was all fun, even though I was freezing and wet after Jude peed on me.