Alice quickly puts herself to bed when I ask her if she wants to walk with us

(hell no!)

 

Too cold for a walk

 

Nigel and me walking down the middle of the snowy street

 

A female downy woodpecker on the suet

 

Little Alice curled up like a croissant by me on the bed

 

Leonard starting to play

He has only three legs and only one good eye

 

The beautiful light in Joanna and Tamas' upstairs

 

The bare crabapple through the bedroom window and the glass front door

 

Nigel on my chest WILLING me to get off the phone and take him for a walk

 

The front yard, typical but for the light powdered sugar dusting of snow

 

oh squirrel digging under the bird feeder

 

Walking the dogs as it starts to snow

 

A couple of big, beautiful bulldogs came running up to the door at a house I was delivering to

 

Alice's ears blown open by the wind