The farmer led us out to the field of trees currently being harvested, where we chose our favorite. Then he took out his handy dandy chainsaw and chopped it down for us...
We asked for a 7-8 foot tree, but this one was a BIT bigger than that. Martin was carrying Dylan and I was carrying Edith, so the farmer carried the tree. What a champion!
Edith and I chilled while Martin and Nigel (not really his name, but it sounds nice and British and I never got his real name) strapped the tree to the top of the car. What did Dylan do, you ask?
Dylan splashed in a mud puddle, which we were fine with since he was wearing his wellies. Then he FELL in said mud puddle, and this was the result. Since his jeans were all muddy, this was how he had to come home...
We had to cut about a foot off the tree to get it in the house, and we had to do some serious rearranging of the furniture. Our house was a bit untidy afterwards...
But we DO have an absolutely gorgeous tree. All it has is lights at the minute, but we shall be decorating it tomorrow evening and more pictures will follow.
Now we're ready for Christmas. Sort of.
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