The top of picture is of Laura Beth and Mr. Ward, the nice owner of the farm. I thought he resembled another man we see around Christmas, but . . . . . . We loaded the mule pulled wagon to go to the trees.
Off we went to find the perfect tree. Not too short . . . not too tall . . . no holes . . . straight trunk. We found a couple of them and the choice was made to get this one.
When they cut it, we counted the rings to see how old it was. We decided it was four years old. We took it back to the cabin area where they shook all the old needles out of it and bagged it for us.