I never got around to crisply fastening the tarp around the barbecue; there should be some pleasing shapes there during the next few months.
The garden gates opened during the night to welcome the snowfall. To each his own. If closing them could keep the snow away I'd be out there in a flash.
I like the look of the Llama wondering what happened. There is a tiny bird nest clinging to the tree behind him.
One more storm and this will no longer be fresh and new; just the start of a long winter.
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I can hear Dean Martin and Burl Ives singing Christmas songs now… “It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Ev'rywhere you go…”
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