Clearly Buxton had a whale of a time taking pictures. Afterward, dad rode with us up to Camp Thunderbird (right beside where I work) to get a tree from the River Hills Lions Club sale. My first year at the paper I wrote a story on the tree sale and what the money went toward (underprivileged children, the deaf, local emergency services, etc.), and Anna and I decided to get our tree there each year since. Buxton enjoyed all the trees.
Some folks there helped us with our tree.
Then we found the one we wanted, taller than wide to fit perfectly in our living room.
You can almost hear the wheels turning in Buxton's head. He has no idea what to make of a tree in the house. We just wonder how long before he tries climbing it and brings the whole house of cards down. So far so good. Anna just finished decorating as I finish these words, so maybe a picture or two to come later.
