The thing about the perfect snowfall is that it’s only perfect so long as it falls where it belongs – out of doors. This year’s December 21st family trip to the tree farm, however, didn’t give us much time to let our mighty pine dry out before plunking it in its stand to decorate. We sped up the process by picking off clumps of snow by hand, vacuuming branches, and laying down some trusty old blue tarp to capture the rapidly forming puddles.
It all worked out in the end. 
I’m also posting this picture of Kaylan so gracefully catching snowflakes in her mouth, in hopes that I can hear her shriek from across the Atlantic. 
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