On a Sunny Monday Morning

I really love sunny, chilly winter days. A lot more than I once thought I did.

Today my boys (including Reecie dog) and I went on a walk around our neighborhood. The sun was warm on our faces, and our backs. The air was crisp against our faces. Oscar and Angus' nose-tips were red and cute. They crunched through any icy puddle they could find. Angus tasted a piece of crunchy ice from nearly every puddle. He loves eating that stuff.

We explored a nearby property where nobody lives anymore. A quaint and dilapidated house sits on a corner surrounded by thick bushes as tall as trees. The bushes have lots their leaves for winter, but their woody stems are packed tightly together. We walked around and peeked in the old screened in porch, and (I) imagined what life was like when this cute house was in it's prime. Then we hollered into the pipes of the irrigation ditch to hear the echos of our unique voices. All three boys whizzed in the bushes, better that than in their pants I say, and we headed home for lunch and some Christmas goodies.