Behemouth

This year's Christmas tree was selected from a local tree farm.  We headed out in the cold twilight on Friday evening.  The farm belongs to the family of a student of mine.  When we headed out into the tree lot with said student driving the Gator and carrying a hacksaw, I made some jokes about this being just how a good horror movie would begin.  But I needn't have worried.  We walked around and looked for the perfect tree….they were all lovely and, in our defense, none of them seemed particularly enormous at the time.  And we were taken with the lovely cold night and the color of the sky.  Finally, we settled on a tree.

 Student L cut it down for us.

Then we loaded it on the back of the gator and drove back up the lane.

On Saturday morning, JT and I carried the tree into the house and set it in the stand.  It must have grown larger overnight.

We've not yet finished the decorating….just putting on the lights took several hours and a strategy session or two (thanks to sb for the help!).

The cats are impressed and most pleased, of course.  The smell is terrific.  It's an amazing tree.  When I suggested that it might be a little large for the room, JT got offended on behalf of the tree.  "It's perfect," he emphatically announced.

And so it is.