It’s the end of the year. Hard to believe. Here are some random December pictures, in no particular order.
Fizzie in Girltown.
Girltown straightened up for winter.
Fizzie making sure the chair is comfy.
Star lights in Girltown.
My favorite tree farm.
I almost forgot to take pictures.
Car with tree on top and dog inside.
You could call this christmas tree lane.
Dog and tree.
Dog and tree and christmas tree lane.
Geese near our house.
I think they are Aleutian Cackling Geese, but I won’t swear to it.
Many pretty geese.
Many, many pretty geese.
Coastal migration rest stop.
Many, many, many pretty geese.
Many, many, many, oh you get the idea.
Still decorating the tree.
Presents too.
Alien kitties.
Fizzie keeping her feet warm in cold Girltown.
Outdoor holiday lights.
Squash pig.
Glowing flowers.
Morning sky.
Rain is coming.
Frostbitten yard.
Last of the leaves on the cherry tree.
Squash pig visited by maple leaves.
Holiday door.
Tree from front door.
Great pictures! Go Girl Town!
Love the dog and car photo
Nuber Doober loves riding in the car.
OOOOOh – the tree farm!
Miss the fun there!
Do they still serve hot cider on the back porch to warm up after finding your tree?
Yup, hot cider, bad cookies, woodstove, and picture of you with your tree. The tree was a few dollars more than ones at CVS, but the enjoyment of the experience is worth it.
KK – me, too – it’s pretty funny!
Nubers is so short in the seatthat he’s ready made to ride shotgun in our short family…:-)
I forgot about the bad cookies- just remember cider and woodstove…
What exactly is a bad cookie? I didn’t think there could be a bad cookie. Well, except those that we were trying to make as kids with too much vanilla and got the dog drunk. But I don’t think the dog thought those were bad cookies!
Too sweet, undercooked.
The dog thought those were good cookies.
Yup he did, til he got caught up in the cord to the percolator and dumped hot coffeee everywhere … except on him , thank heavens.
And if you all have forgotten( I haven’t-! ) that was the first time mom and dad left us for an afternoon to go to another town to shop and have lunch. I was busy trying to tell ma on the phone everything was just fine while you were yelling about the vanilla and the cookies and the dog was destroying the other side of the kitchen… amongst the sharp words, crashes , and yelps I could hear ma saying to dad ” We have to go home NOW. They’re tearing the place or each other apart!”
I thought the cookies were too sweet… don’t remember undercooked…?
I wonder if the little dog got a hangover? I didn’t remember that our little adventure was our maiden voyage into being home alone!
I can just picture it. The three of you cut loose in the kitchen probably before your parents were out of the driveway. LOL When my parents left town, they had the good sense not to call home.
I learned an important lesson that day. It’s OK to feed the family dog leftovers, but not things you won’t eat yourself. We wouldn’t touch that green goo in the pan so we gave it to the dog so as not to waste the ingredients. Instead, we wasted the dog!
The dog recovered right?
Yep – he was Pi’s puppy and seemed no worse for wear!
He snoozed it off.
Not sure ma ever recovered though…
😉
I have a visual memory of those “cookies.” They were green, because it was my green food coloring phase so I insisted on food color. And the texture was weird and spongy. And we had to cook them like brownies because of their texture.
I do remember a crash. I have this vague memory that there was damage to a table leg or chair.
MUYS put a half cup of real vanilla instead of a half tsp ot TB or whatever was called for…
I remember her poor lil face of sadness when they came out of the oven…
And I don’t think any of us were smart enough to realize real vanilla was in an alcohol base which wouldn’t/couldn’t cook off in the 10-12 minutes cookies were in oven- til the poor pupper was drunk…
That was when the table base was goofed up- and the crash added to the issue…
The chair damage thingy was when dad got his feet hooked in a rung trying to stand up after warming up in dry clothes and all -after falling out of his boat in the river …
Dad- who never fell or mis-stepped – fell twice in one day! I thought the world might end THAT day.