Discussion in 'Miscellaneous' started by Mary Ann, Aug 10, 2012.
That's just plain beautiful.
It's so, so beautiful in the North Kawarthas. My original plan during my visit was to do some travelling in the area but that plan fell through. I certainly will go back there, though not during the winter months, and this time I'm bringing my husband with me. He'll love it as much as I do.
Love the snowfall photo, macloudt! Looks so peaceful!
We went Christmas tree hunting today
Taking the kids up the hill
Stalking the herd
They literally just stand there, don't even try to run away.
We run down an unexpected one, a nice looking mature tree standing about 8 foot tall.
The kids surrounded it, the terror it must felt
And I tear it from the ground, the screams of agony could be heard throughout the valley.
Dragging the carcass back down the hill to be mounted on our car, a victory for the great white tree hunter.
^You murderous bastard.
I remember the annual Christmas tree hunt back when I was a kid--the drive out to the country, stopping at the apple farm, dinner in the logging town restaurant; it was awesome.
Glad you had a good time!
Those are a great set of photos! Kids have more fun doing these kinds of things than we sometimes think they do. There's a lot of enjoyment to be had in picking a tree during the Holidays.
We had a great time but man was it cold, about 21 degrees. Afterwards we went and got Hot Chocolate for the kids and we adults had Hot Cider.
Winter in Upstate New York ... love it!
Well played, Tom. And what a beautiful tree. I wish I could fit a live (well, killed) tree in my house, but it would take up too much space, so I'm stuck with my skinny model artificial one.
All that snow broke my mind. We do get snow here, but... yeah. The idea of frolicking around in the snow doing stuff, instead of just going from indoor to indoor for the shortest time possible is just alien to me.
I can't wrap my head around the fact that I lived with that kind of snow, and then some, for years. I spent most of my early years in Montreal, known for its wicked winters. When I would tell my kids that when I was their age I walked to school for a mile uphill in a snowstorm I was telling the truth. I can't handle those kinds of winters any more; I'm far too conditioned to the moderate if wet winters where I live now. I'm also very paranoid about black ice now after the accident.
Was behind this car this morning, these are personal license plates. Do you think they think they are a abductee?
^ Maybe it picks him up early every morning to go... somewhere unknown.
This is beautiful, maclaus.
^ That's adorable. Purr, purr, purr.
Christmas cake I made with a friend:
That was yesterday before the... massacre.
Looks both awesome and delicious!
I want cake now!
And you can have it, too.
I've heard stories about the cake being untruthful. It's a risk I'll take.
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