This is the quiet after the storm of Christmas visiting and visitors. Can you hear it? Can you hear the sound of silence? I DO!
One week ago I was eating Cioppino on Christmas Eve.
Christmas morning we opened presents from Santa, Carl and Cutter. I packed my bags for a two day visit to my sister's to see the family and spread good cheer...that would be presents, a homemade peach trifle and Adult Chocolate Milk (Look it up if you don't know what Adult Chocolate Milk is. You're missing one of life's pleasures if you don't.). The Prospector stayed home with the dogs and the chickens but it was OK with him. It's how we live here. It's how we deal with family that doesn't live down the street or around the corner from us.
It was a wonderful Christmas day. The house was decorated with Sis's gorgeous holiday loveliness.
I forgot to take pictures of the dinner... Yes, I was eating the food, not photographing it...
but take my word for it.
It was GOOD.
After dinner we opened some presents. One of mine was a bag of Nonni's cookies... what else.
And funny stories... laughter...
The Beans found more gifts to open and the alien forces appeared.
Amazing little space people from the future... with Camo shirts and a vast knowledge of electronic equipment.
I know this smile. It's beautiful isn't it?
On Friday, I packed myself up, picked up the Beans. Off we drove... over the Delta, across the big Central Valley of California, up into the Foothills and up a steep, dirt road... to spend a long weekend with Carl, Cutter and the chickens, in the little farmhouse on the mountain.
Will Noni and the Prospector survive... Stay tuned.