A Chistmas Story (kind of) (ok, not so much)

It was a little later than I intended when I went out to feed the horses this morning.  It was still  beautiful out, but it was getting pretty light, and the fog was already starting to lift.

We don't normally have frost here, so I noticed the frozen dew right away as the lawn crunched when I walked across it. The cold tempratures and humidity from several days of rain had coated everything in a beautiful layer of Christmas morning white.

 The gate was frozen, not solid, but just enough to keep the latch from easily lifting. And when I looked down to open it, I noticed that it wasn't just the lawn that had frosted.

I ran back in the house to grab my camera.

 I was so surpirsed at all the spider webs.

 Kristy and I tried all summer to get good pictures of spider webs.

 I often complain that there isn't anything pretty enough to take pictures of  during the winter in the desert. And then Christmas morning I get this.

Merry Christmas!

Change

It's everywhere. We can't get away from it. Even things that stay the same...change.

I really noticed it in this picture of our back yard on Thanksgiving in 2008. There was no grass, just dirt. Also, you can't see in the picture, but our beloved Alley was back there, somewhere.

 The most noticeable change in this picture that I took today, is the grass. We finally got it to come in this summer. It still has weeds and bare spots, but it's grass. The shrubs have also grown a lot since 2008. We have 3 trees back there along the fence now. We didn't plant them, the shrubs did. We noticed them sprouting up in the spring of last year. They are kind of hard to see right now because all the leaves have fallen off for the winter. But they're there. And you wouldn't know it from this picture, but our beloved Alley is not back there...anywhere.

 By the way...Now that it's been pointed out to me. I'm going to try to change the path I walk every morning to feed the horses. I'm still sleeping that early. What can I say?

Happy Thanksgiving!

I love fog and I was hoping to wake up to a Thanksgiving morning like this one in 2008. It was so peaceful and beautiful. Something about the quietness of this foggy morning is etched in my memory. I remember the stillness of this morning like it was yesterday. There were no sounds, the chickens wern't crowing, dogs were not barking, no cars zooming down the street. Everything was still. Even the fog seemed to be content just lying quitely. 

Oh what a beautiful morning. One to be truly thankful for.

This is our turkey from 2007. Mmmmmmm...I can smell it now. Oh wait, that might be the one in the oven that I can smell.

Either way, in just a few hours, my house will look similar to this 2007 Thanksgiving day. And I'll be patiently waiting for my family to get here.

I am so grateful today, and every day, for all I have been blessed with.

Happy Thanksgiving!