PRAISE PRAYS
PLAYS PAYS
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
PRAISE PRAYS
PLAYS PAYS

Campobello Island, New Brunswick, viewed from Eastport, Maine.

Ours doesn’t come indoors until the day before Christmas and rarely is it decorated before dark. Long ago I learned the price of pushing the tradition to get the job done earlier in the day. Nope, it’s not a task to be done more efficiently.
Last year, we cut ours at Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge with a permit. You’d be amazed how few natural trees measure up. We’d see a good one only to find two growing close together. Separated, they were lobsided and had bald spots. This one caught our eye but we then passed, thinking it might be too open. A mile or two or walking later, we returned and decided to give it a try after all.
Here’s to the wonders of the tradition of sitting in a mostly dark room early morning or evening and enjoying the lighted branches.

The hat makes all the difference.

The White Birch goes all out for the holidays, as you can see approaching the store when you’re walking into downtown.
modern cake happy letters
repeat dry surf classes

Down by the Breakwater.

The Waco Diner’s looking quite festive. A nearly full moon adds to the effect.