|Too small, says Harris|
|Oh yes, maybe it's big enough!|
Choosing the tree is always a time to play a little at the farm, as Anna's beautiful photos attest:
And then, when everyone is ready, we drag the tree across the paddocks, tie it precariously onto the car, and then sweat (literally) over the decorations.
This year our tree finding expedition has been a little different. Bruce and I left Rose and the girls at home, to follow the signs to a place selling Christmas trees off Mt Philo Road. We thought there would be a heap of cut Christmas trees to choose from. Instead, there was just an empty garage and a saw. We walked (in our jackets and scarves and gloves and hats) up a hillside into a field of perfectly shaped snow-covered spruce trees. As we walked, deep in the snow, I fitted my steps into Bruce's tracks and hummed Good King Wenceslas.
ps on a quite different note (though I'm thinking While shepherds watched their flocks by night takes on a whole new meaning), I mentioned before that I would take a photograph of the Guard Camel in the snow. Here he is, still taking his responsibilities seriously in a very unusual environment for a camel!