Lighting the Menorah.
Telling the story of Hanukkah.
Preparing the feast.
Potato latkes–yum!
Family and friends.
Spinning the Dreidel.
The toy feast.
It was a lovely evening.
Thanks April and Jacob.
Lighting the Menorah.
Telling the story of Hanukkah.
Preparing the feast.
Potato latkes–yum!
Family and friends.
Spinning the Dreidel.
The toy feast.
It was a lovely evening.
Thanks April and Jacob.
Obviously not us…
or this wouldn’t be going on–let me tell you.
Or this.
And I’m pretty darn sure those willow branches are not suppose to be touching the ground.
So the bald kid and I trudged around making little cardboard Barbie tents out of old boxes…
to shelter my newly planted petunias.
And they promptly got buried.
Be brave little flowers.
Just as soon as we humans are in charge again–Spring is certain to come.
Though I can’t prove it.
“What power shall stay the heavens? As well might man stretch forth his puny arm to stop the river in its decreed course, or to turn it up stream, as to hinder the Almighty…”
Ok, ok…I get it.