Yes, tomorrow will be the last post of the year... it seems like it just started and now here we are, at the end. Tomorrow morning I'll take down the Christmas decorations and put them away until next year, God willing. We have so enjoyed seeing the house all dressed up this year, and even Keith was loath to take them down early.
Here's a shot of the "main" tree this morning... my prim tree was decorated, and a small two foot prim tree on the chest in the bathroom was decorated, too.
As you can see, it was sunny out again. Two years ago today, here is what we had:
There is Lilly horse, and Beau is to her left after the Great Blizzard of Christmas Eve, 2009. They would NOT go in their shed.
And last year:
Looking south down our road, last year this week.
We are so grateful the weather has been milder this year. It got up to sixty yesterday, and in the fifties today. Though it will only reach the forties the next few days, at least it has not been in the single digits so far this winter.
I know you can barely see it, but this is water rushing out of our well house about 3 hours ago, today.
As you can see, there was quite a bit of it, and it shows how high the water table is now, after our dry summer. The sump pump has been pumping water out daily.
What a difference a year makes!
I got some sad news yesterday, that I did not write about last night.
Mama's Little Doll, my little Hannah, must have her bad eye out on Monday. I wish I had been told this at the beginning of this week, while I was home. She will spend a night at the vet's, and then Keith will bring her home on Tuesday. I am very worried about her making it through the anesthetic, and then going through the surgery itself.
Here she is four years ago, the day we brought her home when we adopted her. We did not realize then how blind she already was, but she still could see a little.
Our dear little Addie Mae knew, and adopted Hannah immediately, becoming her eyes and ears.
And after Addie Mae was gone, Abby and Gertie have taken care of her.
Oddly enough, Ranger does not like Hannah, and does not like to be near her. He will get up and move if she comes near him, and growl at her if she stumbles into him. That is one reason we crate her, to protect her. He is old and arthritic, too.
I am praying this weekend that we do not lose our good little girl yet, who wants only to be loved and be near us.
End of the Year lessons learned tomorrow.