Its the second week of deer camp and with some hunting out of the way on Friday, Saturday was wide open to hit the woods for in search of the perfect tree. There were squat ones and tall ones, purple, pink and black. The place had a full size bus come in for a cut your own bonanza. It was wall to wall people without a saw to spare. With multiple rolling hills to traverse in search of the perfect tree we found a saw before Cheryl. That is correct, our tree's name was Cheryl. It said so right on the label. We cut her down and hoofed her back over the hills and through the traffic and got her home before the first winter storm hit. Saturday night was spent transforming the house into a winter wonderland of all things Christmas. The outdoor lights are on hold, with only the ground effects lit up. Too much snow in the gutters and blowing wind to trim the eaves. But more weekends will come before the fat man so there is still time...although not much.
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