The farmer also let us glean the organic apple trees. Clara added to the organic-ness by dropping her apple in the mud between bites. I got several jars of applesauce out of the apples I picked (scratch that: Jo picked).
Here she stands, before she was felled. It's a beautiful tree. The farmer said his neighbor sells his Christmas trees to Las Vegas for a ton of money - they resale in LV for $100 a piece. Suckers.
We didn't notice that the tree didn't smell very pine-y until we got home. ... who are the suckers now?Look at Jo, below, helping to get the lighting just right.
It was a gorgeous, blue-sky day. The kids loved running around the farm. Check out Joseph's block to Isaac. And notice how Clara is hollering off in the farm somewhere. That's the beauty of a farm. The kids can run wild and holler at the top of their lungs and the parents can ignore them with peace of mind. And also, you can grow your own Christmas trees.
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What a great tree...fun family tradition/outing. I miss the days of live trees (we always had a Douglas fir.) Glad you are carrying on. Cute hat on Clara.
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