It's not every day your secret dream comes true.
But today it happened for me.
We piled in the car with very dear friends and trundled down the road to Mount Baker to cut Christmas trees from the woods.
It seemed to me as if a story book had come to life.
And I was in the middle of the story.
Was ever a sky so blue or snow so white?
Noses were bright with the chill, cocoa steamy, and the forest was silvery with sunshine on frost.
We came upon a hidden jewel of a lake in the woods...
...surrounded, it seemed, with magic.
And there it was that we found the perfect trees, and cut them with a sharp red saw, just like you would imagine.
We discovered that the rope had been left behind, and being creative and full of cocoa and laughter, pulled out our shoelaces and tied the trees down nice and secure.
Oh, yes, it was a day almost too good to be real.
A day when the forest welcomed us, and I got to live my secret wish to go into the woods and cut down a very special Christmas tree.
