There is something so sweet about November in the south. 

We get the comfortable autumn weather and the picturesque fall foliage combined with the anticipation for upcoming holiday festivities. We get to go Christmas tree shopping in lightweight denim jackets and still get to light the fireplace in the evening while stringing up the lights and hanging ornaments. It's like the best of both seasonal worlds.  

(Doesn't that merry-go-round make this look like a scene straight from a Stephen King film? )

We rode out to Berry Patch Farms this past weekend to pick a Christmas tree. It's the same place we went last year when I got my first real tree ever (side-note: I love being able to go back and look at old posts/memories like this - 'tis the beauty of blogging), and it will probably be the same place we go to next year, and the year after that, and so on.

The plan was to look into chopping down our own tree, but North Georgia only has Leland Cypresses and we wanted a more traditional-looking option. So we picked out a fresh-cut Fraser Fir and the team was kind enough to string it up for us.

Et voilĂ !

The tree is up.

That evening we had a full(ish) house and roasted s'mores by the fire, and that was my first time every having real s'mores with real marshmallows (instead of the "fluff" you can buy in a plastic tub), they were delicious. Pro tip (because making s'mores one time obviously makes me a pro): use cinnamon graham crackers for a festive twist on a campfire classic. ;)