cold morning

We set out to find our tree on a cold crisp December morning. This is our favorite event each year as we head to a friends farm in York and pick out our wild and untamed Christmas tree. After a lot of walking, lots of talking, and a few quietly intense moments of disagreement we found our tree and EVERYONE agreed it was the perfect and best tree ever.

Spring at the Pollaro's. Our little apple tree has it's first blooms, and the garden has had it first weeding and removal of dead leaves.

And my asparagus is coming up...next year we get to pick and eat it.

My Grapes are in their third year and I hope, hope, hope to see big purple bunches hanging from the vines this August.