Mark & I went hunting, last week, for our perfect Christmas tree at Linvilla Orchards. I say, 'hunting' because we went over the mountain, through the woods, and back again looking for just the right tree. After two hours & the sun setting we agreed on a tree to cut down. But while we were searching I was walking through mud puddles (with my big green boots) and taking pictures of dead snakes. Mark even said, I was acting like a little boy.
When we got back to the farm from our hayride we drank hot apple cider and stood by the fire. We put the tree in Mark's car, which made for a tight ride home. I hope we can do this with our kids one day... & I grantee they will be explorers.
In church last night, it was discussed how the holiday season is directed 'for the children' but it can be for who ever feels like celebrating. This year seems to be merrier than others - starting traditions, secret Santa's, & cookie decorating.
If you are looking for some Christmas lights, I strongly suggest going into Ambler on Bulter Ave (near the 309 overpass). It's remarkable & slightly crazy.
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