I’ve been slacking a bit.
The last few weeks, work and Ripper Roo dance team and more work and leadership committees and new hires and chopping down Christmas trees and, ok skiing, have taken priority over my little blog.
Welp, here is my attempt at asking for your forgiveness.
You see, just last week Mr. A, Abbey Road and I went on the hunt for the very best little Christmas tree in Summit County. We searched high and low before we came across the most perfect little Lodgepole grove just off Montezuma Road, about a mile northwest of Peru Creek.
We trekked into the grove, embracing the bright sunshine as it sparkled off of the crusty, week old snow. Mr. A, being the Lumberjack that he is, carried his avalanche hand saw in his back pocket and loops of p-cord over his shoulders, as we trudged through the gully in our quest.
Like a child in search of his prized Christmas toy, Mr. A honed in on the fullest, greenest tree in all the land.
“Done! I found the tree!”, said he as he whipped out the hand saw and began sawing through her soft, sappy trunk, working hard at each stroke until the tree hit the ground with a “THUMP!”.
And while I had my doubts (we all know how much of a perfectionist I can be…), she really, truly is the most perfect tree in Summit County.
Happy Christmas everyone!