Thursday, December 15, 2016


"Our snow was not only shaken from white wash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of the houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely-ivied the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunder-storm of white, torn Christmas cards."       Dylan Thomas

Friday, December 2, 2016


Linking today to Beverly’s PINK Saturday!!

We had such a lovely evening last night---it was so clear the car and street and holiday lights were just sparkling through the windshield.   It's about twenty miles over through the countryside to Sweetpea's school, and what a lovely drive just after dark.    Of course, I was riding with Santa, in his hat and bright red sweats-jacket (me in my red cloak and Mary Janes).  We both got a lot of wondering, smiling gazes from the little ones in attendance, and the program was just so cute.   Her grade performed last, and sang and jazz-handed their little gloved hearts out.   We all agreed that she was probably the only one there with all FOUR Grands to cheer her on.   That's SUCH a blessing to all of us. 

And on the way home, Chris and I got asked to pose with several customers as we waited for our takeout at the wing place.  

The one and only picture we took was of my two happy companions-in-fun, just brimming with the joy of the season.   And then there’s me---MAD EYE RUDY.   I’ve been cackling at that thought all morning.

A Christmas Cackle does you GOOD.