On A Winter’s Day

Took a little stroll around the yard with the little Missy this afternoon…you know, just to see how things are going for all the neglected things outside in the cold. It’s been so long.

Periwinkle…in there somewhere…

check.

Faded, pretend chicken, still hanging out under the rosebush…

check.

Strawberries hanging on…

and the silly little Buddah man–just happy to be here. He looks cold though.

The fruit trees are trying to bud–and they shouldn’t be doing that…

not in February.

Cute kitty…

and Nessie are still with us…thank goodness.

Even our music stick is in fine shape in this crazy 22 degree weather.

She lasted longer than I did, this little snow baby of ours. I’m heading in for some Peppermint tea…and a brownie.

I’ll watch from the window on this chilly winter day.

:}

One Brief Moment

It may have been 1:30 in the morning–yes, yes, we were still up–when we noticed that after weeks and weeks of waiting…

it was actually snowing. Not a blizzard or anything, but a light, gentle, determined snow that sent sparking crystals floating every which way.

It reminded me of teeny tiny pearl white fairies flitting about in the dark. So naturally I stood all alone on the porch in my nippy bare feet snapping the camera like a crazy woman. That way, I figured that if, in the morning every trace of snow was completely gone, I could still prove to the world that it had happened in the first place.

Frosty hair. Chattering teeth. Frozen toes. Lovely snow.

Totally worth it.

Santa’s Travels

Early in the morning on Christmas eve, Lyndi showed me this–on her computer. It’s Santa’s official flight route. Of course he is able to get a fabulous head start in those countries that are a day ahead in the time zone.

I’m sure that really helps the old fellow.

It was pretty great to be able to track the dude from one Eastern European country to another, and even know where he was headed to next.

Of course, my real interest was…

making sure he didn’t miss my silly boy in his new, very cold town–Krasnoyarsk, or “Krasno” as he calls it. Sure enough, Santa made it to this freezing place–

that sometimes looks as much like the North Pole as any place on earth can–without actually being the North Pole.

I sure hope he brought my boy a blanket.

Waiting For Snow…

If no amount of “chanting” will bring the needed Christmas snow to our yard…

then perhaps Mother Nature is handing her scepter over…

to that mischievous fellow…

Jack Frost…

who always manages to add just enough sparkle…

just enough magic…

with one breath…

to tide us over…

till somebody gets serious around here.

Old Man Winter?

Hello?