PLAYING IN THE SNOW

 


First we begin the day with a yummy breakfast of popovers with lots of butter.

Then it’s off to the slopes to ski.  My husband’s father is in this group, but I don’t know which fellow he is or where the photo was taken.  He may actually be the one taking the picture?

Some of us prefer to slide down the hill on a toboggan at Mount Shasta Ski Resort in California's Cascade Range . . .  

. . . while others prefer to bomb down a slope on an inner tube at Heavenly Valley Ski Resort, Lake Tahoe, California.

Still others would like their doggie to come out and play with them in the snow, but their doggie is smart and stays where it’s warm & cozy only peeking out to say “Hi”.

Others of us also stay inside where it’s warm pulling handles on a machine with bells ringing to signal a jackpot in Harrah’s Casino at Stateline (Lake Tahoe), Nevada

  I only went outside to showcase my winnings in the snow. J

My gazebo in Soulsbyville, Calif. where we lived for 12 years.  I had fun spiffing it up for the holidays every December.

What wasn’t so fun was trying to get up our steep driveway in the snow.  Even with 4WD it was a challenge at times – especially when the temp froze and there was ice underneath the snow!  Then I’d be “Slip slidin’ Away.”

Our neighbors across the street decided shoveling their driveway was the best idea.  You wouldn't think it was all that much fun, but there was a lot of levity going on over there while they were doing it!

The birdies wouldn’t be having a good time bathing in the bird bath down there on this day!

But these little ‘guys’, while not playing in the snow, were happy someone set out some food for them.

Greta Goose, however, was warmly dressed and ready to frolic in the cold fluffy white stuff. 

These ‘guys’, however, appear to be a bit out of their element.

So was I (a bit out of my element) when the power went out and I had to cook in the snow on a camp stove.  (Shortly after this picture was taken we invested in a generator!)

Finally it’s time to come in from the snow & warm up those frozen pinkies . . .

. . . then sit down to a lovely dinner of turkey with all the trimmings including green bean casserole and Brussels sprouts – the former laced liberally with French fried onions, and the latter swimming in melted butter . . .

. . . followed with a nice piece of pumpkin pie topped with a ‘dollop’ of whipped cream . . .

. . . while outside the house is lit up in holiday lights with our beautiful tree shining through the window! 

MERRY CHRISTMAS

:->

La Nightingail

And now to open the presents!

J

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  1. B. RogersDecember 19, 2025 at 2:36 PM

    I enjoyed seeing your snowy photos. And pretty decorations for Christmas too! And...I bet you were the chef of that lovely turkey. Glad you had power that day! I cooked only once in a power outage on a camp stove, indoors if right on top of the stove. Why were you outside in the cold anyway? And those kids with the little fireplace had the right idea. Hope you and your loved ones have a very happy holiday!

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