This weekend I headed up to Sawyer, Mi with my sister, bro-in-law and cutie-pie nephew for what has become a semi-annual journey to chop down a Christmas tree. Semi-annual because we didn’t even go last year and I’ve never gone. Ask me again next year and we’ll make it official.
I wasn’t even getting a tree, but didn’t want to pass up an invite to my favorite weekend spot around. I live in a 3rd floor walk-up and even though my living room is particularly suited for an ENORMOUS and gorgeous tree (I’ve seen it happen), the climb up and down with said tree is not so particularly suited to me. In fact, I’d made the decision to invest in a fake tree this year…after Christmas. After i saw how crazily expensive fake trees are I decided to see if I could score some kind of pitiful unwanted Charlie brown kind of fake tree. BUT THEN the universe, or whoever, hearing my complete flexibility around this topic dropped a free 6-foot tree in my lap. Okay, not in my lap – that would leave scars. Thanks universe. And I didn’t even have to carry it up the 3 flights! Thanks, brother-in-law and family who carried the tree and donated it to my worthy cause.
So my role for this trip was to give my nephew loads of attention and cuddles, connect with the friends and my family and document the weekend. I gladly obliged:
Before we broke out the saws
small but mighty
The only way to roll to the tree farm
Ready for winter
Finally pulling his own weight around here
success…
