Big Red was a Christmas surprise from Santa and my first introduction to Wild West adventures. Compared to today’s rockers, he (or she) looks like an accident waiting to happen, but I loved that horse.
I stopped by my sister’s last week and noticed these oversized wreaths dangling haphazardly on her fence. (A week ago I had seen them hanging from the bicycle racks in the garage.) Before I could give her my unsolicited opinion, she pointed to the bird’s nest snuggled into the top of the greenery. From the activity in the garage, it was apparent that the wrens had been preparing their winter home. They’ll just have a different view this year.
Each Christmas, our local farmers’ market offers a huge variety of holiday signage to complement any outdoor décor. It’s fascinating (and a bit overwhelming) to walk through this array of jumbled wooden signs in all colors, shapes, and sizes, searching for just the right look.
It’s not quite the night before Christmas, and Sister L has claimed the striped package for her own. Sister S appears to be be expressing a difference of opinion. I, on the other hand, have chosen to ignore the controversy.
This reindeer, which resides in our neighborhood, has to be at least ten feet tall. It must be reserved for when Santa needs a super-sized ride.
Brown thrashers usually spend their time on the ground in the underbrush and shrubs rooting around for their meal. This fellow, however, keeps showing up at the feeder outside our window, obviously enjoying the easy pickin’s of a quick snack.
I got a super-cool bike that year! Games! Toys! Gifts upon gifts from Santa!
Now look at that face! Really?!! I can’t believe that’s the best I could do on Christmas morning.