-- my mother's poem, right off the top of her head when I said, "I need a poem about a cold winter's night at the end of the year."
Maybe once she gets into the champagne, her poetic genius will emerge.
Till then, I'll let the photos be the poem:
|The dream of summer..|
|Can you spot my Christmas geese? They didn't get rescued in time!|
|The chickens are snuggled up tight in their coop. They'll be dreaming of summer, too.|
|The last sunset of 2013|
Happy New Year! May 2014 be a good year for you and yours.