Signs of the Season





Just a couple of days ago the headless scarecrow and the woodpile were shrouded in layers of snow and ice.  I slipped and slid back to the chicken coop to gather the eggs and feed and water the chickens.

After two days of rain, the snow is completely gone, but not to worry.  The weathermen are forecasting more snow and ice and cold weather coming our way.  Such is life in Indiana.

We are ready for Christmas.



The tree is decorated with all the ornaments and children’s creations we have collected over the years.



Most of the presents are wrapped and under the tree.



Stockings are hung by the, er, window with care.   My mother made the red stockings with the rickrack on them many years ago when I was a girl.   She made them for her Sunday school classes and filled them with homemade candy and cookies.  She always made gingerbread men and I would help her decorate them.


Old electric candles are glowing.



I got these cute loaf bowls from a friend today.   Tomorrow I am going to bake little loaves of bread in them and make garlic and butter bread sticks for a family get together we are having.



I made candy today and realized why I hate to make candy.  I don’t have the patience.  These were supposed to be neat little squares of peanut butter fudge dipped in chocolate, but they quickly became globs of peanut butter and chocolate with no shape whatsoever.  They are still good, though, and about five hundred calories a bite.



David has been doing his part being the hunter and gatherer.  He went and got us Kentucky fried chicken one day when I just could not cook another thing.


Lights glowing, hearts waiting for Christmas Day.  It will come whether we are ready or not.



Merry Christmas to you all and Happy Birthday, Jesus.   I will see you on the other side.  Bye.


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