Here are a few random pix from the last couple of weeks.
Frosty sunrise. We've been cold, but there's no snow. Looks like we won't have a white Christmas, to the intense disappointment of the kids.
Older Daughter festoons the ceiling with paper rings and snowflakes she made.
The result was quite festive.
While making survival cookies, Lydia decided to, uh, help.
I took the seed corn down. It had been drying over the pantry for the last few weeks, but it was fully dry by now.
Dried corn is easy to remove from the cob. Just rub it back and forth and it comes right off.
All I got was about half a pint of seed, but it's good fresh seed and I'll plant it next year. (Hopefully we'll have better weather.)
Lydia outside on a cold but sunny day.
Is this dog gorgeous or what?
Bumper sticker seen in Spokane:
Plowed field with just the barest hint of snow, waiting for spring.
Our county seat is a logging town. Here's proof.
While the girls do their weekly volunteer work at the animal shelter, I hole up in a pretty little coffee shop that also sells home decor. Makes for a nice atmosphere to get some writing done.
Christmas ornament picked up when the girls were very young and we'd gone to the Oregon Coast Aquarium.
Winter is when the turkeys start hanging around.
The hens always look so surprised when they pass through. "Whoa! Those are BIG chickens!"
A pretty tableau Older Daughter set up by the window.
One day while paralleling a train, we saw a long white plastic-covered... something. It almost looked like a wing. What could it be?
Well, turns out that's exactly what it was.
Guess planes have to be transported somehow!
Progress has been a little slow on replacing the carpet after our church fire. We won't be back in the sanctuary in time for Christmas Eve services. No matter, we'll worship down in the basement as we've been doing for the last few weeks.
But the walls have been painted, giving everything a fresh clean look. First time in decades, apparently! (Please excuse the black spots. They're on my camera lens, not the wall.)
Chicken on the hay bales in the barn.
Saw this sign in Spokane for a suggested Christmas gift. No thanks, we have a better gift that lasts forever, given at Christmas.