Well, it might be fun. Getting all bundled up in our woolen hats and mittens, boots on our feet. Making the first footprints in the new snow. The trees are so full of snow that it's hard to tell which one is the most beautiful. It's a shame to cut it down. But, we do....and after bringing it in....the snow begins to melt and steam in the heat of the wood stove. Our noses are red and our eyes are watering. We are giggling like little girls.....
Usually..
We find trees that are crowding each other and will die out anyway..
It's the top of it that we want..
I never touch the big gorgeous ones..
I take an old mop handle with me to shake the snow off the branches for a better look..
AND..
So that the snow doesn't fall into the neck of me jacket!
Brrr!!
Ms.B
I'm really liking this story you are telling.
Did we see any wild life while we were out?