We wake up on Christmas morning to snow. It's not significant. You may be able to fashion a snow ping pong ball out of it, but not much else. But it's pretty!
The farmhouse always looks so cheered up when everything around it is lightened by snow.
Taking my camera for the walk to the barn to feed the cheepers is automatic, but oftentimes I don't bother pausing to take a photo. That changes on a snowy day.
Ed and I eat a quiet breakfast. I'd toyed with fixing something special, but in the end opted for the familiar old stuff.
And soon after, I pay a holiday visit to my mom, bringing her some foods that I hope belong to her lineup of favorites.
She may not be much into holiday revelry, but her daughter sure is. A brief visit is definitely in order.
On the drive back, I take a somewhat longer route, just because the music on the radio is so good and the landscape around me has just enough of that winter magic.
At the farmette, I take a short stroll to the back of the property. This is where some of our most regal pines stand tall and proud (if you happen to have a card from me this year, you'll recognize these grand ladies; what? I neglected you? poke me, it's not too late!).
Oh! Look who comes out of the barn to check up on what I'm doing!
If you have ever tried to photograph a flock of chickens, you'll know how hard it is. At least half will raise their butts to the camera. Too, they move quickly. But not in the snow! Behold! The parade of the cheepers!
In the afternoon, I start in on dinner. It's another old holiday favorite of ours: Cornish hens. I know, I know, it does feel a tad odd to walk in from a visit with the cheepers and to start fussing with the little hens that belong on your roasting rack!
(Late afternoon sunshine!)
The young family comes over and I take a break from kitchen work to open presents. So many days of total excitement!
It can wear out the strongest of us!
Sparrow at least benefits from naps...
Time to gather at the table for the comfort food of a Christmas dinner.
Revived, the girl wants to play!
She has willing co-conspirators.
(I set out an easy dessert of red fruits and macarons...)
One last look at the tree -- when next these kids come here, I will have taken it down.
Oh, but why get serious yet! It's a day of laughter and love. Of silly games and lots of spontaneous hugs.
A beautiful day! Sleep well, you children out there! Grownups too. Put away the holiday wrapping paper, take a deep breath and exhale. With a smile.
The farmhouse always looks so cheered up when everything around it is lightened by snow.
Taking my camera for the walk to the barn to feed the cheepers is automatic, but oftentimes I don't bother pausing to take a photo. That changes on a snowy day.
Ed and I eat a quiet breakfast. I'd toyed with fixing something special, but in the end opted for the familiar old stuff.
And soon after, I pay a holiday visit to my mom, bringing her some foods that I hope belong to her lineup of favorites.
She may not be much into holiday revelry, but her daughter sure is. A brief visit is definitely in order.
On the drive back, I take a somewhat longer route, just because the music on the radio is so good and the landscape around me has just enough of that winter magic.
At the farmette, I take a short stroll to the back of the property. This is where some of our most regal pines stand tall and proud (if you happen to have a card from me this year, you'll recognize these grand ladies; what? I neglected you? poke me, it's not too late!).
Oh! Look who comes out of the barn to check up on what I'm doing!
If you have ever tried to photograph a flock of chickens, you'll know how hard it is. At least half will raise their butts to the camera. Too, they move quickly. But not in the snow! Behold! The parade of the cheepers!
In the afternoon, I start in on dinner. It's another old holiday favorite of ours: Cornish hens. I know, I know, it does feel a tad odd to walk in from a visit with the cheepers and to start fussing with the little hens that belong on your roasting rack!
(Late afternoon sunshine!)
The young family comes over and I take a break from kitchen work to open presents. So many days of total excitement!
It can wear out the strongest of us!
Sparrow at least benefits from naps...
Time to gather at the table for the comfort food of a Christmas dinner.
Revived, the girl wants to play!
She has willing co-conspirators.
(I set out an easy dessert of red fruits and macarons...)
One last look at the tree -- when next these kids come here, I will have taken it down.
Oh, but why get serious yet! It's a day of laughter and love. Of silly games and lots of spontaneous hugs.
A beautiful day! Sleep well, you children out there! Grownups too. Put away the holiday wrapping paper, take a deep breath and exhale. With a smile.
Your pictures are fabulous and take me back to my growing up in PA and living in Maine. Here in TX no such scenes as this.
ReplyDeleteI've no such family as yours either.
Wonderful to have that dusting of snow for Christmas! The snow does make it magical, doesn’t it. I’ve once experienced snow at Christmas, when we spent some months in Switzerland. I’m reading this in 40C today though Christmas was lovely, sunny but not scorching.
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