Thanksgiving for birds...

I had to include this image of our thistle sock and resident finches. While John and I ate our feast, our wintering goldfinches had a feast of their own. No wonder I have to buy Niger seed every week! (Please excuse our filthy window...the window washers are coming on Wednesday)

Thanksgiving weekend

This is probably my favorite time of the year. That "tweener" time from Thanksgiving to Christmas...so many possibilities! John and I stayed home this year and did not leave the house. I did all my shopping a week in advance so we were set. (I do have to admit to a serious lack of fried onions for the green bean casserole though...they just kept calling to me)

Then we go to Goldeman's tree farm and hunt down the perfect tree, kill it, and then dress it right in our living room. It is four days of laughter for John and me, and giving thanks for all that we have. I hope that you have had a wonderful weekend too.

John cooked the perfect bird this year. He is very proud as you can see...
John tracks and finds the perfect tree and then cuts it down in it's prime...
He then bags it, and latches it to our car. He is truly the great hunter.

Next, it is a horse drawn carriage ride to get hot chocolate and cider. It is almost too idyllic!

We hope you had a wonderful holiday weekend too!

Waterfowl Festival

I just got home from the waterfowl festival in Easton, MD. I just wanted to thank all of you who came back to say hello, and hello to all of those who I met for the first time. It is always a wonderful show, and this year was no different. We will see you all in 362 days!!!!!

Tai Shan finished...finally

I told you my pencils take me forever....

Did you?

It is our right, our privilege, our responsibility.

Over Easy-Corgi Puppy

Anyone who has owned a dog, has seen this position at one time or another. This is my Dakota at a few months old. She uses this position to ask me to play with her...and if I don't respond, she is

in the right position for a nap. This is pastel, 5x7.

Halloween...

This is what happens when you don't have children...you punish your dogs for it.