birds of a feather

only two

"There are only two kinds of pie I like" was the oft repeated phrase my dad would tell guests before desert was served, "hot and cold".

In honor of my father's birthdays (December 8th according to his mother and December 9th, the date listed on his birth certificate) I ate hot (pear) pie yesterday and cold pie today.

Happy Birthday Dad. I sure miss sharing pie and jokes with you. <3

behind the cloud

Burr....it felt like winter this morning.
Cold enough that my fingers wanted gloves,
my ears demanded to be covered
and my nose felt left out in the cold.

Sure enough,
when the clouds that had shrouded the mountain all morning
finally moved
they left behind
a topping of fresh white snow.

green

Driveby photo of windmills on the way to California.
They always look rather alien-ish.

garden fresh

Although it's only a small amount I've been tickled to be able to make salad out of our garden.

sunkissed

The 3 oranges on my little waist-high orange tree outside my kitchen window are starting to show their true color. Yeah Orange!

light on dark

I was visiting with a friend at the date farm on Thanksgiving when I glanced out the sliding glass door and bolted out of the room trailing my apologies. I grabbed my camera and dashed out the door to catch the sun lighting up the palms with a rich blue-gray stormy colored sky as the backdrop.