The Christmas Farm

Remember when we had snow a couple of weeks ago, for like five minutes?  That was fun.  That also just happened to be the weekend we went to get our Christmas tree.  We cut it down ourselves.  So very Little House on the Prairie.  This farm was beautiful and the drive out there was just Driftless gorgeous, rolling hills, blufflines, cruising through rural scenery with our urbanite eyes.  I loved it.  And I think the kiddos liked it too.  You'll see.

Shaking the snow off.  This thing is coming in our house.

Emma looking for the best one.

Ian contemplating.

Let the snowball fights begin.

Could it look any more like Christmas at this farm?  I feel like I should preserve these photos for posterity...see we did have snow in December!

But back to the snowball fight.

And off we go to drag this heaping, wet somewhat lopsided beauty into our home.

..The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep

--Robert Frost (Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening)

And I loved it.  A mess of needles and snow all over the floor, the fresh smell of pine, covered in lights and a mix of homemade decorations, colored balls and Packers ornaments.  Bring on the snow flurries and the Christmas cookies.