Setting the table at Matt and Gina's for Christmas dinner.
G's Maine Coon Cat, T-Baby.
The old tobacco barn throws a long shadow onto the bleached grass of December.
Colors seemed clear and bold at noon on Christmas day.
The flower gardens are only a memory of summer.
Seed heads of purple coneflower.
Christmas Eve morning, sharp and frosty.
Breakfast for a cold morning: waffles with a topping of blackberries from our garden [via the freezer] maple syrup and a side of turkey bacon.
Bobby McGee displays his white tummy and fat paws, while Mima sleeps beside him.
What a dear little face!