Oh man, I feel like I'm on a treadmill that's going a million miles per hour. Sleep evades me with worries that I'm not going to get things done in time. I know I will, it always does....but boy does it knock me down each year when it arrives.
We found the perfect tree this year! Thank goodness! The last two years we ended up buying from inside the barn because we couldn't find one in the field to cut. The tree farm is highly publicized so many come from all around for the country experience of cutting down a tree. Because of this, the field has been oversold and all that are left are small trees that are growing. In a few years, the farm will be back to where it was, but for now, not good. The boys don't seem to mind that we don't cut the tree down, and we do stay warmer and drier this way.