Simply Splendid!

We woke to more fresh snow today so I headed down to the beach for a quiet morning view of the day.

I love this shot....

I knew what I wanted to do today but first...
may I back track just for a moment to the year 1982 - I was just 20 stinkin years old! I think this is Trillium Lake on Mt Hood (Oregon), but don't hold me to that one. Fairborn Guy and I were on an adventure together...

I believe it was my first time cross-country skiing

Fast forward - this is me today.

Fairborn Guy forging the trail down the neighbor's steep driveway

It has been so incredibly beautiful to be snowed in during this record breaking Northwest snow blast. Normally when we get snow here it is rarely around for more than a few hours. This storm began on Thursday night...tonight's weather report is telling us we are likely to get even more tomorrow...WOW! I have mostly enjoyed 4 days in a row of husband, as the County did not open Friday or today...he does get a little grumpy without "work" and our Netflix supply was not "shut it" stocked.

I have had lots to keep me busy... that will be a future blog - can't show photos of things Santa is bringing now can I?

Wonder if the sun will be out tomorrow before the next phase blows in?

..these people will stop you just for having a little listerine

Mondays with Jennyonthespot are always a hoot! I can not help but share this post with you titled "I love Jesus but I drink a little". I laughed so hard my abs cramped...what a blast it was to enjoy Ellen via blogsville.

Thanks Jenny for another great ab work out, they have gotten so flabby since my Curves membership canceled.

O Tannenbaum

It looks as if it smells wonderful...
Did you not learn that, looks can be deceiving?
The Quayle Christmas tree elves.

I have been in a poetry loving mood, here is one I found today....

enjoy!

by Sidney Lanier1842-1881

A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master

Into the woods my Master went,

Clean forspent, forspent.

Into the woods my Master came,

Forspent with love and shame.

But the olives they were not blind to Him,

The little gray leaves were kind to Him:

The thorn-tree had a mind to Him

When into the woods He came.

Out of the woods my Master went,

And He was well content.

Out of the woods my Master came,

Content with death and shame.

When Death and Shame would woo Him last,

From under the trees they drew Him last:

'Twas on a tree they slew Him — last

When out of the woods He came.