Bringing in the cedar tree from the fence row. The sad little tree looks so brown.
When Evan gets concerned he always plays with his fingers. Maggie is running around the yard like a crazy dog and he is worried she might jump on him.
Arm him with his tricycle and he now has protection. If she gets close I will just try to run her over. Maggie thinks it's a fun game of tag and loves it.
Evan has clocked a lot of hours on last year's Christmas present.
Hard to believe, but his legs couldn't reach the pedals until summer.
All done. Time to drag the tree away to the burn pile.
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