As families grow, change, and blend…some traditions have remained the same. Since the boys were 10 and 12, we’ve claimed Christmas Eve as our Christmas.
Early morning breakfast of sensible and clearly non-sensible foods followed by a lively gift exchange with some jumping up and down and gratitude expressed.
After gifts are given, we dash off to the bowling alley for our “Christmas Bowl.” Yes, you read right. We bowl every Christmas Eve. It is as funny as it is fun. We cheer for each other and there is the tiniest bit of competition. (I mean there are awards – teehee).
Cousins help each other, especially if little ones are just learning the ropes.
After bowling, there’s Christmas spaghetti for lunch. More laughter, good stories, and play.
Families pack up in late afternoon and head out to other homes for other celebrations.
For Robert and me, it was a very good Christmas. We feel lucky to have family and friends near and stay connected (Marco/Polo) with those far away. Merry Christmas.
The other day I entered the dining room to find my dear husband, binoculars in hand, getting a close up of the squirrels and birds feasting a few yards past our deck. Not satisfied with the details a smart phone picture would include. He spent the morning shifting between his glasses and binoculars to practice some wildlife drawings.
Although admittedly biased, I think he did a lovely job!
We celebrated my husband’s birthday with a small circle of family and friends. Cheesecake and laughter….what could be better than that?
Brother Larry is on the left. Yup, the gene pool is strong with those two.
Hubs was out on a walk yesterday and brought home wonderful pictures of the colors around the neighborhood. Folks are out raking, with some muttering under their breath “dang leaves.” But the leaves are so spectacular, it’s hard to be mad at them for dressing up before they fall.
Hubs and I are night owls, so it’s a challenge to get the bird seed out early enough for the birds and squirrels. Some mornings they will be lined up on the edge of the shop as if to say……”Wake up, sleepy heads! We’re hungry here!”
Wish I could take credit for the great picture of a baby squirrel. Alas, I could not find the photographer listed. The reason for such a sweet ball of fluff is that we have a fourth squirrel in our back yard. It’s a wee one and had such a hard time figuring out how to navigate the bird feeder. We were rooting for it, and now it takes from the feeder like a champ.
Two feeders and four squirrels make for fine entertainment. They do not easily take turns. The birds, however, are patient and fly between the feeders and the water fountain with such grace. Backyard beauties, all.
Goodbye Halloween mantel; hello fall! I kept a few of the pumpkins around and added some leaves, flowers, and keepsakes. The ceramic covered corn bowl on the left is something from my youth. It still holds the mini-ear spears inside. The goal was to eat the buttery ear of corn without wasting butter on your fingers. Ha!
To the right is some golden wheat in Lucite, a gift from my sister years ago when I was homesick for Kansas. The centerpiece is a print from the inspiring Kelly Rae Roberts with the following quote:
“Giving opens the way for receiving.” — Florence Scovel Shinn
Enjoy the Season!
Click on link to see the difference seven years can make on Halloween night. We tried to pose in the same way. We took up much more of the sofa and Evy could not cry because she was too happy. So she cleverly put a finger to her eye.