knitting and enjoying books and movies by the fire in my rocking chair. I have completed nine more hats for the homeless, so at least I have accomplished something!
I have physical therapy three times a week and we walk every day. I’m trying to increase my distance a half a block each day because I have a goal — to be ready for a 40 minute hike to a wood stork rookery to see the babies by April.
We’ve had lovely weather so it’s been a pleasure to do the walking outside.
The camellias are in bloom and we have many in our yard. The white ones bloom first, right at Christmas, and leave a covering of snowy petals on the ground all around as the blossoms wilt.
Next to bloom are these, and we have six big bushes of this color. They have no scent but they look just like giant waxy roses.
Last will be the delicate light pink ones but they weren’t blooming yet yesterday.
This beauty, nearly as big as my hand, made its way into the house where they last a long time.
What a treat to have sunshine and flowers blooming in January!
Nothing like the weather back in Minnesota.
My daughter sent this picture of Mason tubing at the ski hill in their town.
I guarantee he’s half that size underneath all those clothes!
Bob enjoys the fireside in the evenings, too. She was feeling poorly here after her monthly dose of flea and heart worm medication, but she bounced right back and was chasing squirrels the next day.
Rosie keeps her eye out for the marauding cats that like to visit the yard. She does not like them in her yard and gets very vocal trying to warn them away from her perch in the window.
We need to take the Christmas tree down soon. We haven’t anything important to do, it hasn’t shed a single needle yet, so why hurry?