Did You Ever Wait Impatiently to Lick the Bowl and Beaters?
When I showed my friend, Lucy, the photos, she asked: “Do you know the difference between a good mother and a great mother?” I waited for the punch line. “A good mother let’s the kids lick the beaters; a great mother turns them off first.”
The tree is normally a precisely sharpened one bought from a local lot. But this year Tom, Lisa, and the girls (ax in hand) went in search of a tree from our farm.
The land is heavy in cedars, that smell good, but tend to be shapeless and less willing to hold ornaments than those grown and groomed professionally. Even so, when lovingly decorated it became a family art project.