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2011 Year in Review

We started the year in our new home. 

There was a lot of open space to fill.

Flowers of congratulations arrived from Mr. Weaver.

The first of many beautiful dawn skies I captured from my bedroom window.

The big bull elk that came to visit. Always a sign of good luck.

Our furniture finally arrives from Florida after 15 years in storage.

We baked a lot of cakes this year.

And then one on my birthday. March 19th.

Minutes after we adopted Henry, he jumped in the back of my car for a six hour ride home from Nebraska.

Mom's the best co-pilot for any road trip. Coco chose to ride up front for this first trip with Henry. None of us knew quite what we'd gotten ourselves after adopting the world's largest dog.

We quickly discovered that Henry was not only a counter surfer, he was a brilliant thief.

Spring arrived and I began gardening in the front yard.

And then realize why we are advised to wait until after May 31st.

We still managed to have some beautiful flowers in the garden.

T…

What the Dogs Were Doing While We Opened our Presents

While we opened presents on Christmas day, Henry and George enjoyed their Christmas presents out on the deck. (Sorry for the glare. If I'd opened the door to take the picture, the dogs would have gotten up like the gentlemen that they are.)


They each received a bag of frozen beef bones, which they love almost (okay more) than Mommies homemade peanut butter doggie biscuits.


One large bone will bring hours of contented chewing. And from what I've been told, the enzymes from the raw bones are good for their teeth.


And then there's the added pleasure of watching the dogs revert to their wild wolfish ancestry.


Of course Coco enjoys a good bone as well. And is often seen carrying the big boy's castoffs. Hilariously, the bone is nearly as big as she is.


She growls as she runs around the room in an endless loop, just daring you to take her prize.


Her self-confidence is awe-inspiring.

Mom's Favorite Christmas Present

A few weeks before Christmas I received an email from Megan Edgeller at EasyCanvasPrints.com offering me a free 11 X 14 canvas print of a photo of my choice with the hopes of a mention on my blog.

After looking at their work on a couple other blogs, I decided to give them a try.


For the photo, I chose a picture taken by Kimberly Anderson (no relation and no compensation for this link) who did a beautiful series of family photos this summer when everyone was in town for Mom's birthday. If you live in the Foothills area, I highly recommend Kimberly, she's talented, patient, and very fun to work with.

I chose the picture above for the canvas print because I knew it would mean so much to Mom. Her 'big boys' expressing their love, and her obvious appreciation, just perfectly captures the wonderful memories I have of that birthday weekend.

Megan even expedited the shipment so that the canvas would get here in time for Christmas.

I was delighted by the result. The canvas pri…

Merry Christmas! 2011

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;


The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;



The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.


A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And fille…