On Sunday we were all home together and well enough recovered from our various colds that we bundled up and headed into our woods to hunt for a Christmas tree. It was wet. (Disclaimer: Walking along railroad tracks isn’t safe or legal and you shouldn’t do it. Unfortunately it’s our only access to part of our property.)
Clara is the only one in the family still short enough (and the only one still shorter than me) to get wet up to her middle from the tall grasses.
Gavin checked in the brush along the riverbank for a suitable specimen.
We still look pretty good together.