We took Autumn back to the same Christmas Tree Farm we went last year. But this year it was COLD! Autumn's little hands were turning blue. I think it was about 47 degrees with some wind. She enjoyed walking among the trees while we looked for the perfect tree. We might have overlooked a few and overstayed our welcome because the sun started to go down and that is when we noticed her hands. Back on the second to last row was "Our Tree". Richard got to work cutting it down (with a very dull saw).
This is the result of Autumn running all over the tree farm. A tired girl: