First Snow

Okay, the first snowfall is sort of pretty.



After that, unless you ski or do other outdoor things to invite broken bones, you kind of hang around thinking about spring.

I do manage to get at a lot of things I put off because the garden beckoned, so it evens itself out.

But spring is better.

Danny

He's my newest great grand kid and a real keeper.
His mom is the size of a minute and how she managed to birth that little lump is beyond me.
He has gained a couple of pounds in the six weeks or so he's been around and he's very mellow.
Sure, pick me up; rock me if you want; I'll let you know when I'm ready for the next meal.


I held him for the first time when I visited his other great grandma in Richmond Hill and Danny was the guest of honor. My hostess tactfully held the cat while I got dibs on the little guy.
That's his grandpa on the left, the new grandma beside him and the parents on either side of me.
His parents are of the hush puppy side of the family--very quiet and soft-spoken. The other side is more verbal and fond of center stage so this yin/yang works out well for both. One side gets to perform and the other side becomes the audience.
Funny-when Hal and I started out as a married couple I never visualized this moment.
Such a bonus.

Is Winter Necessary?

The first snowfall waited until last night to appear and don't think we aren't appreciative.
That it waited, that is.
We got through the month of November with nothing more wintery than heavy frost.
Last night the wind rattled the windows followed by banging sleet and that was followed by quietly falling snow. Now it's spitting ice pellets with a promise of plain old rain to follow.
It's also garbage day.
I'd already stacked it in the front hall last night so it had to go out, slippery walk or not.




The fish snuggled around the pond heater and I can relate to that.
So winter has happened. It pretty well had to some time.