Yesterday we went out to a remote Christmas Tree Farm in the Berkshires. I followed Becky up and down the rows until she found “The Perfect Tree”. So with her holding on to it, I layed underneath to cut it off with a bow saw. Tree came down and by the time I stood up to carry the tree back up the hillside to the truck, Becky was already half way back up the hill heading for the hot chocolate pot in the Tree Farm’s shed. Guess she figured her work there was done!
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