Yesterday i went hunting and came home with prey in hand: a Christmas tree. I went out with two families and from a 2 acre block selected my tree, felled it and with help of a friends trailer took my prize home.
Me and my tree
The afternoon was also the occasion of my first snow ball fight. I came under the fire of the wily Pastor Dunlop who has a no-holes-barred approach to snow ball fighting. His sneakiness is faultless and his younger days playing baseball has given him an accurate arm. Pastors children have inherited a fare share of their fathers passion for snow warfare. When hit with canon fire from the hand of Adrian Dunlop i found that snow can indeed go up ones nose. At the end of the afternoon i had a fine Christmas tree, wet jeans, pockets full of snow and a sweat up that rendered the sub zero temperatures harmless.
The Dunlop's and their tree
Dogs love snow and the resident tree farm dog, Tucker, is a snow nut continually whining for us to throw our valuable ammunition his way so he could launch himself skyward and capture the frosty missile.
Tucker in action
Christmas is getting close and the snow is getting deeper. The famous Christmas song that talks of dreaming of a white Christmas will son be my reality. YAY for snow.
Blessings,
Adrian XO
Me and my tree
The Dunlop's and their tree
Tucker in action
3 comments:
wow!
that looks so beautiful!
hey what is your address? perhaps i need to send you something australain! send it to my lca address it's the standard lca type!
In contrast to your snow stories, Adrian, Graeme and I are heading up to Queensland for Christmas! We expect to be hot and sticky. Graeme expects to be doing lots of fishing. I expect to be seeing friends from our 13 years up there.
I am away from ALC from today until January 14, so I'll read all about your white Christmas when I get back.
Every blessing.
Meryl
That tree is so ugly Adrian! XOXO
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