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Michael with too big a saw with his tree choice |
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Erica and Friend Riley |
The first thing we do after scouting the location is to gather some dry fire wood and build a bonfire. It was about -12 so was not too cold but there is a comfort in a campfire. It is the central gathering spot for everyone to warm chilled fingers and toes.
We all spread out, scouting our choice of trees. Some people prefer White Spruce but I have always been partial to the bushy pine tree. The men went first, then the women to make the final approval. The quads towed the sleigh full of kids down the cutline to the chosen tree. Everyone has a say and an opportunity to protest before the final tree is picked and cut down, after all, we all have to live with it in our home for the next month or so.
Once the tree is picked we all head back to the campfire for a celebratory glass of rum and eggnog and a meal, today consisting of rice and meatballs with beans and wieners roasted on sticks. Kids all get juice or pop and whatever they choose to munch on. Pretty soon, as the sun quickly slips behind the tree tops we start packing up for the journey home. Chilly fingers get warmed over the dying campfire, rosy cheeks and frosted toes are all part of a winter day in the bush laughing, family and friends, joy, tales and memories.We all spread out, scouting our choice of trees. Some people prefer White Spruce but I have always been partial to the bushy pine tree. The men went first, then the women to make the final approval. The quads towed the sleigh full of kids down the cutline to the chosen tree. Everyone has a say and an opportunity to protest before the final tree is picked and cut down, after all, we all have to live with it in our home for the next month or so.
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Beer, friends, campfire and laughs |
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Young Pine Forest |