Since it didn't rain down here in Argenta the entire summer, we didn't dare cut down a tree in the area. We felt it would have been a tinderbox tree with a high fire hazard.
Therefore, we cut one down near Papa's house up north the Friday after Thanksgiving. "Allegedly" the tree farm had a selection of white pine, our favorite tree. Upon arriving, there were MAYBE fifteen white pine to choose from; almost all of which looked like a large Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. After a good laugh and a few grumbles, we took the best one. Papa chased Aidan around some trees pretending like he was a bear. Ethan got a cold nose.
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