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:
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| The dream of summer.. |
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| Can you spot my Christmas geese? They didn't get rescued in time! |
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| The chickens are snuggled up tight in their coop. They'll be dreaming of summer, too. |
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| The last sunset of 2013 |
Happy New Year! May 2014 be a good year for you and yours.
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