Tree falls at the tree farm...
The annual tradition of chopping down our tree continues, this time with Joseph as the primary woodsman. As in years' past, Zachary lamented the taking of a live tree... to be reminded again that the these particular trees are grown to be harvested. It is sweet to be reminded of the depth of his respect for life!

The tree is now up and decorated in our living room. More photos soon. Charlie's tail (or was it his head?) has only smashed one ornament to bits. Piglet, I believe. Poor, poor, Piglet~ meets his demise at the tail of a dog. Zac was not saddened at that loss.