It always take a while for me to gather up the courage to post a sad post, and then it always takes while for me to gather up the steam to post after. Around that same time my cousin Beckywas killed in a tragic car accident, it is hard to understand little less write about what we can't explain. Perhaps this is what distinguishes poets from the rest of us.
But, days go by. We had a beautiful Thanksgiving. I had purchased a farm raised turkey from some folks in Carpenter. I was nervous about it being a tough and dry old bird, but it was actually wonderful. It was shaped differently than a store bought bird, having larger legs and smaller breast - but since Eric prefers dark meat anyway, it turned out nice.
Eric has been having to go to a class in Denver for the National Guard once or twice a month, and sometimes in addition to his normal drills. Needless to say this is keeping his on his toes and out of trouble. He was an outrider for the local chariot races and it was about 0 without the wind. He is on the far right on the Dun, Bobbie,in this photo which was taken by Ben Britton.
But zero was just the beginning.
Tess continues to love to draw and loves animals and dinosaurs and Barbie and the Three Muskateers. I didn't know if I approved of Barbie, but the premise is that girls can be Muskateers just as well as boys. She folds paper swords.
I went to a bee keeping class this weekend and looking forward to my first hive in the spring. I turned a year older since the last post...hopefully a year wiser.
Dad, Tess and Trig sprinkling sparkly reindeer food outside the chimney on New Years Eve. This way the reindeer see the sparkles and know where to go and can get a snack.
Tess got a sleeping bag. She says this is so she can "go camping in the winter." I was thinking more along the lines of camping in the summer. It was below zero again this week with winds blowing a gale.
