It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Beans are on their way.
Our wonderful grandchildren... and their Mommy.
They're on their way. They will be here for a few days.
We don't have snow. I wish we did. Still, it's beautiful. Very cold!
We are going to play in the town park and bake cookies. I bought a cookie press so we can make Spritz cookies and decorate them. The boys will get to go find chicken eggs and talk to the goats... and play with Carl and Cutter.... and sleep in sleeping bags under the Christmas tree.
Daddy has to work. We will miss him so much. Wish he could be here too.
Got to go and wrap some gifts.
Merry Christmas to all...
(p.s. The owl left yesterday morning and hasn't come back. Guess he's on to better feeding grounds.)