Last weekend, before we left the mountains, we stopped to pick up our Christmas tree. Coming from the land of fields and farming, I find Christmas tree farms to be quite intriguing. Andy told me it takes eight years for a Christmas tree to grow tall enough to be deemed worthy of adorning the top of someone's car. The last few times we have gone to western NC to get our tree, we play a game similar to "count the windmills"....Nebraskans know what I'm talking about. Anyway, as we head west, if you see a Christmas tree tied down to someones car, or in the back of a truck, you get a "point". However, if you call out "Christmas Tree!" only to find out what you thought was a tree was really a luggage rack, etc....you lose all of your points! It's really fun and we get quite competitive. As you can see, it was kind of a cruddy day for tree picking, but the frozen rain made everything look beautiful!
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