For many years, Julia and I have followed a tradition to harvest our Christmas tree from one of the many area Christmas tree farms. This year, we tried out a new place: Miller's Christmas Trees near Rio, Wisconsin.
Julia is always very excited about these excursions. I might be a little less excited.
I trudged down the rows of Christmas trees in search of the perfect little white pine.
This one will work.
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| No chain saw necessary |
Next, we were off for a celebratory margarita and dinner at a new Mexican restaurant in Columbus, Wisconsin.
4 comments:
Happy Holidays!
And to you also, Michael!
John,
Michelle noticed a copy of *Rascal* in the free pile at the doctors' office. Sterling North's story is one of the few that's held up over the decades.
Wiki says he was born in Edgerton, WI which, in 1918, sounds idyllic.
How's the weather?
Mike
Edgerton is still a nice little town--just south of Madison. It's one of the only areas of the state where they still grow tobacco. It's only 45 minutes away, but I haven't been there in many years.
I haven't read Rascal, but I did have an older Iowa cousin who had a pet racoon. He used to carry it around on his shoulder until it bit him really hard on the ear. His mother (a nurse) said that the critter had to go.
The weather sucks (cold rain), but we did manage to get out for a hike this week. I need to get back in the habit of blogging. It's harder when we don't go anywhere.
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