Evergreen Boughs

In Oregon, one does not simply select a Christmas tree from a parking lot… One must traipse through the woods (or, ahem, a tree-farm) wielding a saw, chop down a live conifer, and drag said conifer back to their abode like a proper lumberjack.

We settled on a Nordman Fir this year, though Douglas is in our blood. We were also delighted by the vividly spray-painted rainbow assortment the tree farm had hidden betwixt their stately rows.

Once home, Husband set up the tree and unearthed our bin of keepsake ornaments. As per tradition, we added a few new ones to the collection this year– the main addition Anne of Green Gables, picked up on our summer vacation to Prince Edward Island.

How lovely are thy branches.

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