Wordless Wednesday

I'm Dreaming of a White New Year

It's been one mild fall in these parts, let me tell you. Mother Nature has provided a couple little snowfalls - enough to turn the ground white but not enough for excited kids to run a toboggan down a hill. Until Tuesday. 

We did wake up to a barely white Christmas and then the snow melted through the day. Tuesday made up for it all. The snow started around lunchtime and continued through the day and night. By Wednesday we were looking at about half a foot of the white stuff.

Paul pulled the sleds down from the rafters in the garage yesterday and the kids finally got to have their fun. Down the hill they'd slide then up the hill they'd climb. Over and over as dogs ran excitedly about them.

Come on; throw the frisbee, throw the frisbee...

We've had an extra dog in our midst lately. Genny, a German short-haired pointer, is with us for a few weeks while her people bask in the warmth of the Sunshine State and hang out with a mouse called Mickey. Not a bad way to spend Christmas. 'Though, I still think I'll take the snow over the sand this time of year.

With all those missing teeth, the wind tends to whistle through the gaps.

I'm happy to report that we had a very local side of beef delivered this morning. Usually we get the year's supply around August and were beginning to worry that they had reduced the size of the herd and we may not make the cut, so to speak. Turns out some people wanted to give beef as gifts for Christmas so they went into the butcher in December. We're well stocked once again. Amazing what you can find in the bottom of the freezer when you're forced to go through it. "Hey! I remember that sale!"

Right now bread is baking and I think I see an Apple Betty in our future. Brother Enos is coming over today along with Dad and Elizabeth. Wouldn't want to disappoint Enos.

Carrots!

Growing up, I loved the story of Anne of Green Gables. Dad bought the first three books in the series for me the year of our trip down east. I was going into grade 6 that summer. I finished the first Anne with an 'e' book before we left and absolutely loved our day spent at Green Gables in Cavendish. Years later, the movies captivated me.

"Carrots. Hey. Carrots."

Do you remember that? Gilbert, calling to Anne in the schoolroom and Anne yelling at him, "How dare you!" while breaking the slate over his head. Good times.

Speaking of carrots, I had a few of the past-their-prime variety to go out to the chickens today. I placed them and their basket ever-so precisely on the front porch to take out later. Within a few minutes, I saw Rosie, through the window, standing with the basket by her side, eating a wee carrot on the grass. Awww, our little red riding hood. When she came in, I gave her one from the fridge. She took it to the livingroom, dropped it, turned her nose up and strutted away. Moments later, Cooter wandered along and absconded with the treasure. (He had probably just peed in the kitchen, too.) Finding a safe spot between his crate and the back wall, he gnawed away. Carrots!

Eh, what's up, Doc?

Meet Cooter

A couple weeks ago, Nolan was at the YMCA celebrating his buddy Josh's birthday. Six candles on the birthday cake, don't you know. As the party neared its end, we gathered Ri and Cameron, told them we were going into town to pick up Nolie and then go out for supper. Once at the Y, Paul stopped at the main doors and Cammy and I went in. Nolan and the friends that still remained were having a grand time chasing each other with balloons. The best part, though, was beating up on Josh's dad with said balloons. Pays to be tall.

We thanked Josh's family for the invitation, wished Josh a very happy birthday and hit the road. Where should we go for supper? Oh. But wait. Paul needed to pick up a "tool" (ahem) from a "coworker" (wink, wink). Our bathroom was largely torn apart, you see. So, we took a quick drive over to the "coworker's" (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Luckily, he was home and, well, here's what we came home with...

Alright, alright; I cannot tell a lie. He's not a coworker - we'd just met him a few days earlier when we went to see the pups. And, we didn't go out for dinner. The bathroom bit was real, though. I'm happy to report that it's all back together with - are you ready for this? - a shower that doesn't leak! And new DRY flooring.

* wipes a wee tear from eye *

Ain't he just the cutest darn pup you've ever seen?