The strains of the Hallelujah Chorus float through the house as I look out the window. Though I couldn't capture them on camera, the chickadees flit from their balsam bough hideouts to the feeder. They don't stay for long. Usually. Yesterday Pat was able to get one to eat from his hand.
This new feeders have so far attracted chickadees, juncos, hairy and downy woodpeckers. And squirrels. Both gray and black. Apparently no one told the squirrels that the feeders is squirrel proof. They are valiantly trying to get seed from the feeder. Failing that, they scavenge what the birds have dropped.
As do the deer. They regularly come in for their fair share too. We love seeing the wild life in the backyard as the woods are alive with birds and critters.
We are in those quiet days between Christmas and New Years. There is nothing on our schedule but church. There are plenty of leftovers and no need to grocery shop for weeks, probably.
Time to tackle some projects that have been neglected.
We chatted with the grands yesterday via Face Time, those that can talk anyway. At the of 6,4, and 3 they are super excited for Christmas but not old enough yet to have unreasonably high expectations.
We had a simple dinner here yesterday with Daniel and Laura. Ham, mixed vegetables, fruit salad, broccoli salad. No starches and we didn't have dessert.
But we did have homemade eggnog, which satisfies both the sweet tooth and the tummy.
It was a very nice time.
This little guy celebrated his first Christmas. He is 12 days old now and I am already seeing a difference in his appearance from his first pictures. What a sweetie.
This grandma wishes she could fill her home with her kids and grandkids all the time. Although I do like quiet, I also love the boisterous energy that the kids bring. The teasing of the brothers, the idea sharing of the daughters-in-love, the playfulness of the grands.
We had all that at Thanksgiving. It was wonderful. I treasure those times.
But this quiet? It is kind of nice too.
As long as it doesn't last too long.