Camellias in Hope, Arkansas, December 1, 2007
Don harvesting a cedar on my folks’ land (late December 2007)
C for Cat is getting ready for C-for-Christmas under our fir tree (from Wisconsin)
Statue (left by POs) in our backyard on Saturday, December 21. Ivy is still that green. It was 61 degrees Saturday afternoon and we spent the morning cleaning up the yard and messing around outside. (By Sunday morning, it was 19 degrees. 42 degrees change, and about half of that drop was in less than an hour.)
The Little One sits with Santa on the Fayetteville Town Square on November 29, 2007.* (She chose her outfit: Princess dress with ballet slippers and pink sweater from Grandma. As a concession to me, she wore her coat until Santa was ready for her. She apparently wound up on TV that night.) She also rode a camel and we four (Don, Lisa, my mom, and the Little One) rode in a horse-drawn carriage which had a piece of mistletoe in it.
Now she really wants some mistletoe of her own. Did you know that mistletoe can be harvested with a shotgun? Just shoot it out of the tree. I told her that we once had a neighbor in Oklahoma** who would shoot down mistletoe. When my mom and I went to see my grandfather et al. Friday, the Little One asked me to ask Granddaddy for some mistletoe. (I had told her that he had a gun.) He doesn’t have any mistletoe growing on his land. Nor is any growing on my dad’s land. I think she may have to go without this year. Which is OK with me. She’s a little young for kissing.
But wait … what’s that over Santa’s shoulder?
Yes, in a serendipitous moment, Don caught a Razorback in the same picture. Go Hogs! (The first six months we were here, the Little One would go hogwild whenever she caught sight of a Razorback. She’d call out, “Razor, Razor!” in delight. She is more blase about it now, but her kindergarten teacher has taught them how to call the Hogs. Very cute.)
On our way to the Christmas Pageant with the Littlest Angel.
Merry Christmas!
*The Lights of the Ozarks go off New Year’s Eve, so go see them. Really. They’re lovely.
** Mistletoe is the Oklahoma state flower. Does it strike anyone else as odd that they chose a parasite? The National Geographic article (in the link above) assert that its resilience, greeness and tenacity (especially during the Dust Bowl) were reasons for its selection.
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