Hunting trees.

We've reached the sad end of a much anticipated long weekend.  We're sad it's ending, not sad about the weekend.  Though I was pretty sad friday night when we came home from a Walk the Moon concert to discover left-over mashed potatoes had been left out.  In one word: devastated. 

Saturday we kicked off the Christmas season with a trip to the tree farm.  We hunted trees like nobody's business.  Well, others hunted, Brad and I adopted a small pre-cut noble near the front entrance... but we paid our due diligence in picking out the right tree, considering height, width, and of course character.