Mix a little foolishness with your prudence: It's good to be silly at the right moment. Horace
I'm late posting for ABC Wednesday, having to over think everything. . .but, who doesn't love the sound of laughing babies? In particular these bathing beauties. That's ticklish Dr. Erica [who will turn 30 this Saturday!] on the left and little Audrey on the right in our back yard in Virginia with their dad, early '80's. Finding this old photo of my dear ones truly lifted my day. Hope it does yours too. Visit Mrs Nesbitt here for more lovely L's.
Today we have sunshine and though I might be tempting fate by posting these reminders of our record breaking winter, here are some reds that showed up in the snow.
On a recent winter trek I saw this little ogre at the feeding station on a rest stop. See if you can find a curious visitor who showed up in this picture.
post script: we too have a red squirrel that regularly usurps the bird feeders in our back yard. He/she has given Dave a run for his money as he stands knee deep in snow to fill the seeds. Our red friend loves the suet block and Dave, feigning disinterest, actually bought a case of suet for the feeders awhile back. I think they both have a good thing going!
Fast forward three months or so and Minnesota is hit with some record breaking snow falls earlier than usual. Yesterday's blizzard of 21 inches made everybody [with the exception of the Macy's delivery guys across the street] and virtually everything come to a screeching halt for the day.
From the comfort of my kitchen I caught Dave up to his knees in still-falling snow, refilling the feeders for the brave, and hungry. He does seem a little short on one end. . .
Finding the beauty in each season isn't really very hard, and for this I'm grateful.
Here's silver for sure--David's hair and beard. He's been sporting gray hair since he was in his 20's and now it has a luminous silver-white hue, inherited from his Irish grandma, Lucille Feagan. This photo was taken on New Year's Day and because we were sad our nest was empty again--and before I was to fall on the ice later in the day--Dave made Ropsua for breakfast. It is a baked pancake his mother always made on holiday and birthday breakfasts. The recipe below is a variation of her recipe and another I found on line. Its really easy and delicious but you have to eat it the minute it comes out of the oven...enjoy with butter and syrup.
An update: I couldn't leave out Dave dancing with daughter Audrey at a neighbor's wedding, back when she was in middle school.
Two birthdays in one week you're asking? 
at we have a bike to ride we are both planning to join BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse) which requires one year riding with them before starting the membership process. I'm impressed with these bikers who are willing to step out to offer protection and advocacy for abused children. Being a fair-weather rider, I enjoy cruising the winding back roads scouting out antique stores and roadside stands. This bike has an exceptionally comfortable back seat and foot boards instead of pegs, roomy side bags and there's plenty of room for both of us. For now, as long as we can, this will be the next chapter in our empty-nest, apartment, no pets-- life. . .actually how we started out 37 years ago.
