Christmas! We are in full swing and leaning into the season. There are little traditions every year that we keep, one of which has become cutting a tree at a favorite farm tucked away in little ordinary, inglorious Rosman, NC just outside of Brevard. We went after church the first Sunday of Advent, and my parents tagged along. We had a quick picnic lunch together on a blanket, than tried to get a few family pictures. The past couple of years the farm owners have offered a hay wagon ride for free for the kids, which they love of course. Then we got to work picking a tree. I wanted a short and really fat one this year, and Brandon indulged me. For $30! It’s my favorite tree that we’ve ever had, I think. These sorts of traditions are more fun every year as the kids get older and are more involved. Nothing feels merrier than a fresh spruce twinkling in our living room, greeting us every morning while we sip coffee in robes by the fire.
Last year at this same farm. What a difference a year makes.
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I love the picture of Noah walking down the row of trees. And Phoebe looks so tall! And the most beautiful tree of all 😉
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