GREAT! Kathy, you will have to update your blog and tell us all about this fun adventure. Abbey and Gus are so lucky to get to do this. It will be a memorable occasion. Have a nice hot chocolate and sit and admire it when you finish trimming!
One year Grandpa and Mike went into the woods to cut down a tree for us. Mike still talks about it. They went into the natural woods, not a tree farm, and they found so many beautiful trees that it was hard to choose. They looked and looked and finally decided that since we lived in an apartment, they would have to perhaps pick the smallest tree and not one of the tall, bushy, giants of the forest. They chose the smallest tree they could find and chopped it down. They were very proud of their choice, though small and humble looking, among the bigger trees it suited their purpose.
They brought it home and we all admired it as they took it from the trunk of the car. They hoisted it in through the front hall and Lo and Behold it was too tall to stand up in our living room! Grandpa sawed off a few feet and it was still too tall,another foot or so came off and now it could stand up but when the tree stand was attached to the bottom ...it was still too tall. This time the cut was made at the top. But guess what?
When we placed it in the corner that we had decided to put it in it extended all the way out into the middle of the room. Out came the saw again and the limbs on the side facing the wall had to be trimmed ,then trimmed and finally pretty much removed. This was in the early years of our lives together and we had a pretty meager selection of lights and ornaments. We put them on what was left of the tree and gathered round and admired it. It may well be the most memorable Christmas tree of all my four score and three years. It WAS, they kept insisting, the smallest tree in the woods. Relativity, ya' know? Ciao,ciao.
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My point exactly.
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