There are times when our neighborhood:
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reminds me of this:
This cutout. Can you see it? Am I nuts?
Don't answer that.
From my perch in the conservatory high above the street,
I look down at the other side, where the peasants live,
and watch them go about their little lives for my amusement.
While I eat cake. Mwah-hah-hah!
Oh golly, I hope none of my neighbors reads this blog.
Because I am kidding. Of course I am. You knew that, right?
Don't answer that, either.
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Blame it on the snow.
I have the chilly sillies.
Remember the good old days, back about 2 weeks ago, when I thought this was snow?
Ha! I say, as I look out at the stone steps now.
That's a snow you can sink your teeth into!
As long as your teeth aren't sensitive to the cold, that is.
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And remember when this was a nicely laden winter table?
Well, feast your eyes on Mother Nature's perfect and pristine tablescape:
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| William Yeoward, eat your heart out! |
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Remember when these little back steps looked snow covered,
back in late December?
What back steps???
I am not sure why, but in the snow . . .
our little neighborhood takes on the look of a toy village.
I want to put a train set around it.
And every time I look out at this part of the side yard, I think how much
our girls would have loved that slope of snow when they were little.
Two years ago they slid down it, on the lids from Rubbermaid Christmas ornament containers.
Those are the containers that now have the useless broken lids . . . .
It's chilly out, but inside the house is warm
and there's always hot coffee . . . or at least
there's always coffee to reheat! . . . so come
and say Hello on this snowy day.
You'd be the first!
By the way, I didn't promise cake.
So don't sue me when none is served.
Have a happy, silly snow day. Lots of them.
Visit Cindy at My Romantic Home for
Go ahead, you know you want to!
Cass
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