Mom and Dad's dog, Brandy, after the presents were opened.Her expression and the mess just about say it all.
Later, while dinner was in the oven, Dad and I went for a little walk with the dog (it was cold, still) and then finished a couple of outdoor arrangements Mom wanted us to make. Did I mention it was cold? It was cold. I was jumping up and down and holding my ears and shaking my hands to warm up my fingers and making those cold shrieking sounds I make when Dad finally asked, "Amy, are you cold?" Observant, that Dad.
But I did manage to snap a few mid-winter photos on the walk and during the outdoor creativity session. The light was so beautiful that close to sunset — nearly blue, almost pink, really a color that hasn't been named yet.
Our winter arrangement. Already enjoyed by a junco.
Snow resting on evergreens.
I love the tiny little bird and animal footprints in the snow.
Grasses blowing in the wind
toward one of the many cupolas in Mom's collection.
There was abundance, love, laughter, fun. All in the light of a bright Christmas morning.
Later, while dinner was in the oven, Dad and I went for a little walk with the dog (it was cold, still) and then finished a couple of outdoor arrangements Mom wanted us to make. Did I mention it was cold? It was cold. I was jumping up and down and holding my ears and shaking my hands to warm up my fingers and making those cold shrieking sounds I make when Dad finally asked, "Amy, are you cold?" Observant, that Dad.
But I did manage to snap a few mid-winter photos on the walk and during the outdoor creativity session. The light was so beautiful that close to sunset — nearly blue, almost pink, really a color that hasn't been named yet.
Our winter arrangement. Already enjoyed by a junco.
Snow resting on evergreens.I love the tiny little bird and animal footprints in the snow.
Grasses blowing in the windtoward one of the many cupolas in Mom's collection.
Seeds, waiting for spring.
And the sun setting on another warm, wonderful Christmas.
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