Last weekend, we went on our annual tree hunt…..
in reality, it’s probably less of a hunt and more of a negotiation…. and a tough one at that.
Who can find the “best” tree? and who agrees with whom that it is indeed the “best” tree?
Good thing Dad, the mediator, has the final say (well — after he confers with Mom)…..
or a tentative agreement would never be made, or a tree selected.
It’s serious business.
This is the first year in quite a few that there has been no snow on the ground…. sure made for a different environment for negotiations.
There she is!
It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.
And some of us are just along for the fun…. btw — she posed herself, I made no suggestions.
Good memories made right here.
Thank you, Orle Hannas for the yearly tree hunt…. it’s a tradition we love.