IN SEARCH OF THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS TREE

 

We got our tree on Saturday.  We drove up into the mountains, hiked through the snow for 2 hours, found lots of trees but none that we all could agree on, and finally ended up picking a tree just about 100 yards from where we parked.  Of course we could have found it and saved ourselves a lot of time if we had set off in the opposite direction that we started out in, but then we would have missed out on the sledding, and the sliding, the snow-showers, the 'Marco Polo', the snowball fights and all the other fun that goes along with hiking through the snowy forest in search of the perfect Christmas tree.

We had collard greens for supper last night.  Oh no, I didn't make them.  I don't know how to fix collards, but Dickidoo's friend does and he sent over a huge batch for us being as its no secret how much we love them.  I ate my fill last night.  So did the others... except for Becca.  Why?  Because her precious baby sister told her that the ham hocks were pig noses.  Needless to say Becca immediately lost her appetite, and Rocky was able to have seconds.

Got a call from my grandbaby's mother.   Little Zachary celebrated his first birthday with a cold, poor little thing.  I'm still holding out hopes that I'll get to see him soon. 

I also spoke with one of my sister's today.  She is now the proud mother of two baby yaks.  Well, only one is a baby.  The other is 3 years old but she lovingly refers to them as 'the girls'.  She is also goat-sitting 10 goats, and one cow, plus a dog or two.  She worries about the spring thaw when the snow melts and reveals the hidden treasures left behind by all the critters roaming her yard.  Better her than me.  And she has recently discovered the pleasures of 'snotscicles'.  Obviously she doesn'tread my journal often enough, otherwise she would have known about freezing boogerbergs.