Friday, December 03, 2010
Diann's post yesterday inspired me, and since Barbara, one of my fifty-five maternal first cousins, sent me some cute pictures yesterday, I thought I'd share, knowing that at least Diann would enjoy this. But first, can someone tell me if this is a fox or a coyote? I'm thinking fox because of the bushy tail.
At any rate, the minute I saw this I thought of Diann and smiled. Not that I think Diann is a fox's hind end, mind you. Not at all. Just that I can see her diving into the snow like that. Unfortunately I'm pretty sure this little animal is after a littler animal for dinner, but let's not think about that.
Yesterday, Diann got me to thinking. I don't play much in the snow anymore. I used to. My parents used to take me to the mountains when we lived in California so I could see what snow looked like. I really didn't get it, though, until we moved here to Missouri, where there are no mountains, and where there are days--sometimes even weeks--when we can step outside into all the snow we want.
I found out snow can be used for lots of things. You can build a fort, you can use it to put out a fire (our barn burned the first year we moved here) and you can make snowmen, snow angels (snow angels are a lot less work than snowmen) and you can also take a handful and sneak it inside someone's clothing and listen to them scream. (That was the year Mel first discovered what he'd gotten into when he married me.)
My favorite thing to do with snow, though, is make snowcream. I've been warned that it can be bad for you because of the contaminants in the snow, but what foods are totally free of contaminants these days? Besides, we live in a small town amongst other small towns with very little air pollution--and if you know better than me, please don't burst my bubble.
What's your favorite thing to do with snow?
Labels: Have fun, Playing, Snow
Hannah Alexander
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11:18 AM
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Thursday, December 02, 2010
I love snow. Please don't hurt me. I can't help it. It's just part of who I am. Those little bits of heaven floating gently by the window (taken from an Amy Grant song) just take my breath away. I'm like a little kid all over again. Bundle me up in woolens and boots, and I'm a happy camper. Let me make a snow angel and I'm in heaven (course, nowadays somebody has to help me get back up).
Christmas wouldn't dream of coming around here without snow. It's a prerequisite. No snow. No Christmas. Well, okay, maybe that's not true, but add snow with Christmas, and you've plunked me smack dab in the middle of a Thomas Kinkade painting. Do not take me out until spring.
There is one thing that's been bothering me lately about Christmas. I've had an artificial tree for most of my life. My parents tried a real tree once or twice, and complained about the work of keeping it watered and finally getting rid of it, that I decided not to have one.
But now with my new story, my hero owns a Christmas tree farm. The more I look into those and the tradition of it all, it sounds so, well, romantic. Now I'm wondering, real tree or fake tree?
And don't even get me started on the lights. Colored or white? It's a choice that faces me every year and no matter what I choose, I always wish I'd picked the opposite by the season's end.
So let's hear it. Do you have a real tree or an artificial one? And why? Also, colored lights, white lights or no lights?
Maybe your answers will inspire me to do something different this year (of course my tree has been up since before Thanksgiving). ;-)
Labels: Christmas lights, Christmas tree, Snow
Diann Hunt
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Diann's post yesterday inspired me, and since Barbara, one of my fifty-five maternal first cousins, sent me some cute pictures yesterday, I thought I'd share, knowing that at least Diann would enjoy this. But first, can someone tell me if this is a fox or a coyote? I'm thinking fox because of the bushy tail.
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