Dogs in the Sun

 

Sundog.

 

Regi-dog.

January Sunset

 

Hannah balanced atop a small, crusted snowdrift...

 

 

...and I joined her...

 

 

...while we watched a rare January sunset.

A Bird's Seasons

A nesting season past...

...and a seed scavenging season present.

Sorting Buttons

My girl cousins and I recently divided the contents of Grandma R.'s button box. We were sad to think that the days of Grandma's quiet entertainment of button sorting for granddaughters was over. Yet we now each have our own button box to someday bring joy to other young organizers.

One does not have to be young to enjoy sorting buttons. Mom, inspired by her mother's collection of which Hannah and I brought home a fraction, dug out some collections she has acquired. Last Sunday was the scene of grand button sorting and much "oohing" and "ahhing" all around.

Hearty Paws

Reginald, on the other hand (see last post), is not afraid of winter's snow... especially if there are people outside to enjoy it with him.

Dainty Paws

Gulliver (so named because she came to us on her travels) is not a fan of snow. We like her anyway.

Vacation Evenings

If it were up to some in our family, we would play games often, but the nays rule. Except during Christmas vacation. With the annual game of Domino Train.

The game starts with a round begun with double fifteen and makes its way down to double zero. Sixteen rounds in all. Needless to say, the tradition spreads over many nights.

Hannah usually arranges the to-draw pile of dominos into basketweave patterns. This year it was Christmas trees.

I joined her until Mom said 'no more trees or cameras; we are playing a game.'