january one

It's probably a good thing that we don't realize the significance of a new year starting. If, in fact, it is. I read this morning that this construct of January 1st being New Year's Day is not a heavenly creation but a man-made one to fit...probably the calendar industry. Ha!

I haven't been out much in the past week so I have robbed photos from previous years. This hasn't been an especially attractive winter anyway. It's been mostly brown...and some gray. I prefer this kind of winter:

Which, of course, comes with some of it's own problems. I think this was the year we bought a snow rake and raked 20 inches of snow off the roof of the house. If you don't think that's hard while standing in snow up to your butt, I've got a story for you.

This was a much lovelier winter. Lots of snow and bright blue skies. In the picture on the right, I was making a snow angel on the patio to send to our friends at KMSU. It was the winter of snow angels.

When I went to Urgent Care the other night, a very nice doctor looked at my red cowboy boots, then my red glasses and said, "Is red your favorite color?" You could say.

Today is Ella's 9th birthday. I remember being at the hospital when she was born and I burst into tears when I heard her first cry. How can she be nine already? I think we were out making snow angels in the dark in the last two pictures.

I've been sitting here looking at my calendar for an hour. I feel like I lost time over Christmas...maybe that happens every year. It's January already! I changed all my desktop backgrounds, my profiles photos, my blog banner, and the wall calendars. Ready to start the new year!