We're surviving - don't worry about us.
So here we are at the holidays - in this nest.
On our own.
Hmm... what will (grand)parents do when left to their own devices...
For the last 28 or so years we've been slogging out into cold fields, sometimes in the snow, sometimes rain, often cold - where we take a tiny saw and hack down the largest tree that weese would allow into the house.
|and sometimes a bit larger than that.|
We do these things for our children.
Kinda like we did this...
...for our children... but let's not digress.
Ah...but this is OUR year.
They'll be no slogging, no cutting, no watering, no needles to vacuum (or shovel up as it were)
|ooo the bad tree year...|
because we did this instead!
It's a silver tinsel tree.
Yes. Yes it is.
We could not be more delighted.
The kids will be HORRIFIED.
Which will only add to our delight.
(the light blue glow you notice to one side is a color changing (omg yes... it changes) light bulb installed in the overhead recessed light fixture, conveniently placed above the Christmas tree I am sure for such purposes)
|this tree is Wyatt approved... and tastes good too.|