Wait, I have to water it?

This little tree farm is a slice of heaven. It's where you want your kids to take your grandkids someday. It has that perfect winter stillness. The kind where all you can hear is the crunching snow beneath your step.

An owner who sweeps your baby out of your arms as you drink hot chocolate.

It was super cold that day and the Ohio wind was blowing.

We tromped through the snow and ran circles around the trees to stay warm.

We blew warm air on babies hands and put socks on them when gloves were to wet to wear.

Memories were made.