Of course after seeing the BIltmore all decked out for Christmas, Oliver is begging to put our tree up. He wants to decorate it by himself. Last year I let him help decorate, thinking I could place the ornaments where I wanted them, after he went to bed. No such luck. He noticed every single change I made to the tree.
We ended our day with dinner at the Stable Cafe. The booths are the actual stables!
As we were walking to our car, I passed this tree, with which I had an instant conection. Doesn't it look like my ankle tumor?