 We wake up to more snow! It's fresh and clean and bright. I love the texture it exudes. It lands on patio items and on the luscious bare tree branches making a picture that should become a painting. A remembrance of the 2026 winter for sure.
 A lucky man arrives in the kitchen with a new sweater! When the clothes are too small for Evan (Michelle's son) Leon reaps the rewards. That's pretty darn neat as the bedroom drawers are filled with sweaters he's had forever. Those get sent to my brother, Randy, in Iowa. It's sharing time. Everyone wins!
 Spencer feels ignored as we are working on the puzzle. Poor boy. He really is almost human, I just know it!
 I sometimes buy a yogurt treat with blueberries, strawberries and cereal in it. I had to chuckle when opening the refrigerator door seeing this. There sat my breakfast with a smiling face and a frown made by the fruit in a cup of delicious, sitting between the Hellmann's mayonnaise and the Taste of the Wild dog food! Interesting setting.
 I went to get in my car and noticed a leaf on the windshield. A yellow one with holes all of over and crumpled up as if to say "FALL has ended"! Not only a leaf, but a tree reflection from a clouded sky above. Much to take in with a shot of the camera becoming aware of outdoor beauty all over.
Pure heaven!  I'm missing my good friend, Ellen. She was home for her husband's memorial, spending days together - catching up since her move to Georgia eight years ago. It felt like she never left as we picked up where we left off, enjoying lunches, going to the Downton Abbey movie, spending some quality time at the Bausch house and reliving our times together in Maine. What fun it happened to be seeing her once again.
  I drove by the cemetery near our house and what did I find? TURKEYS! I couldn't quite get a picture of them all because they were moving too fast so I just snapped away. It seems there are a whole lot of little ones that just arrived in this world with their huge protectors overlooking them.
 I look out our bedroom window every morning after pulling back the drapes. Color strikes. A bit of the outside world becomes a picture like no other. It seems to make daily changes as the months go by and flowers disappear while new ones arrive. The trees change color when the sun shines upon them. I stand staring. The beauty arrives whether it be a sunshine experience or a fog ridden picture, its charm never leaves.
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