Tuesday, December 31, 2013

On The Frosty Eve of A New Year

it's cold,
I'm told.
-- 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.

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