There, at the edge of a grove of mature evergreens was our tree. He was perfectly small, perfectly proportioned and perfectly accessable [says the girl who did not have to saw it down!] He was perfectly ours.
And we returned to the sun setting over those same peaks. Needless to say, I smiled with the realization that this is where I live.
[also thought it would be really fun if - next year - you invite FRESH to photo-narrate your tree-expedition!]