saturday we went to the tree farm, and the kids chose and cut down a tree.
they asked what kind of tree i wanted. "one that smells good." i sniffed a few, but in the fresh air couldn't smell anything.
after choosing, sawing, and driving it back, you can feed the animals. it's an annual tradition go to go dirr nurseries.
it's getting decorated slowly.
i haven't noticed that pine scent yet, but it could be because michael is making pizzelles. mmm. smells like sweet italian cookies.