A few random photos (and not necessarily wonderful ones) of my wee haven. The driveway is my responsibility again. And, yes, I cleared all seven inches of snow by myself. No plow, no snowblower, just a scoop and
girl old lady power.
That deck table needed something. I worked with what I had. The best that can be said is that it is colorful. (Your eyes are not deceiving you, it's a sifter secured with a birch stick.) Ha!
The grands like the wee village and the giant carolers. We are not fussy about scale here.
The wee village lives next door to the Poinsettia Jungle.
↑And just before the lobster tree...
It is so cold here (there, too?) that I ran the fake fire on full blast all day.
My vantage point...
My one attempt at wrapping...
Christmas boys: father and son (my son and grandson)