A Rose in Winter

On the one snowy morning we had earlier this winter, Briar Rose and her mother and I set out to capture some pretty moments from this pretty dancer.

  

    

Lil’ Bug Auri

Her sense of humor already being manifested, snaggle-tooth Auri hammed it up for my camera last summer.

Sweetest Story Ever Told

Every Christmas, O little town of Ft. Green dons its apparel to represent O Little Town of Bethlehem. After a happy tip from neighbor Amy, we went up from Sanpete, out of the city of Manti, into the city of David, which is called Bethlehem.

 

And it came to pass. . . that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus . . .

 

. . . and all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

 

And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

 

 

 

I never tire of this Sweetest story ever told. I never tire of the hymns and carols about his miraculous birth and life.  And I shall always adore Him – Christ the Lord.

Winter Ballerina

First Snow

While my guys are digging potatoes they notice a snowflake settle on Meg's brown fur and call me over with my camera. Below is a tight crop of that bitty lil' white spot.

Opening Snow day graces Meg with this perfect tiny 6-pointed star-flake. She is oblivious to the tiny miracle resting on her fur.  She just thinks everyone thinks she's all that.  

Meg and Gigi the henny-penny who has had an extended
charmed life here after avoiding her lady friends trip to
the happy hunting grounds.

The lovely Gigi did indeedy become our dinner tonight.  Kyle summed it up for all of us:  "She tastes like chicken-flavored gum."  Alas, he was right.  I shall miss her.  Having just one chicken has been a pleasure.  And she was a classy lassy as far as hens go.  Meg shall miss her most.

Today was also Build-a-cell-model Day.

Legos can be anything.

Kyle wants to be a bio-engineer (and a cowboy and a . . . ).  Someday we'll remember that it all started on this cellular level.

Getting ready for Thanksgiving feasting.  The turkey's in the oven.  Fastest way to bring a pinata along quickly is the dehydrating selection on the oven at 100 degrees F.  Cheri's recipe - 5 parts water to 1 part flour. Boil a couple min.  I found I added quite a bit more water as I was working.  3 - 4 layers should make this birdie hold up to some wacks, even from the big guys.

These beauties might become pheasants instead of turkeys.  This in honor of Mark's keen desire to bring one home from a hunt.  If he doesn't get to shoot one this year at least he can have a wack at one.

Meg Again

Meg is a good looker.  At least for a lass with a hairy chest and a wet nose. Yes, she is a naturally good looking collie with her luxurious rich, wavy fur coat the color of nut-meg (hence her name see). She should really just relax and enjoy the fact that she is a looker, and well loved.  But sometimes . . .  Sometimes she just can't contain herself and is overcome with a doggie desire to endear herself in a greater way to people. And she does it with a smile.

Her body language says, "Time to impress."

She begins with a flattening of her ears.

And a narrowing of her eyes

Now she begins to pull her lips back . . .

into an ingratiating and ghastly smile.

No Meg - not purdy.

A Cowboy Cake

I was being Sous Chef with Donna last Saturday.  Her son got married - Cowboy style.