On the 7th day of Christmas

 On the 7th day of Christmas...this is the tree that sits near the dog's dish. The dogs' tree!  The ornaments on it are for the most part animal in nature and not breakable.  Some are very old and dear to my heart.  I always put a spire ornament on my tree tops..not an angel or a star.  It is what always graced the top of our tree at home and I have collected several over the years.  This topper was given to me for Christmas last year by a young man we have known since he was a wee one.  It is plastic and I am pretty sure it came from a shopping trip at a flea market.  I love those.  It shows some wear where it was perched atop a tree in years past and was perfect for this tree.

We took our dear neighbor for lunch this week..our Christmas to her and she wanted to bring presents to our furkids afterwards.   Spencer, who really doesn't know how to play with toys did take this terry cloth bone and spent some time licking it.  (He has always licked Hildy's face..he cleans her ears, her eyes, her mouth and her teeth.) ? For whatever reason he gets great pleasure and Hildy tolerates it for the most part.  So when he decided it was OK to lick the bone, it must have been a sign of approval.
He will take the bone and put it on his footstool and lay on it, but even though the other two dogs got their presents too, Hildy would probably destroy Spencer's bone, so we make sure he is the only one to play (lick) it.  Funny critters, those furkids!

On the 6th day of Christmas

This little rustic wreath is one of only a few surviving decorations left from the Christmas gifts when I worked with school staff.  Every year, I received handmade gifts from children and friends as well as the plates of goodies and other tokens of the season.  This particular wreath is small, only about 6 inches, but it has survived the test of time and moves from one home to another. Given to me by a staff member, I cherish the memories of those Christmases at school and am thankful that after all of these years I am able to stay in touch with most of them. 

Little Spencer isn't feeling too perky tonight as he was due for a Rabies and other vaccinations and although our vet, paraded him around to all of the staff with his Christmas "gear"  as she called his kerchief, he was none to happy with the experience.  He is wanting some attention and since we have spoiled him mightily, I am off to accommodate him.

On the 5th day of Christmas

 On the 5th day of Christmas we are scrambling to get things done!  I still need to make some peanut brittle and maybe some more spritz.  As we age and are the only ones gobbling down the goodies, it has occurred to us (as we struggle to button up the pants) that maybe we should NOT make so many goodies.  But it wouldn't be Christmas for me without sugar cookies and fudge and...well...
When we were kids we always had fudge and with a cow we had eggnog.  We had the real stuff.  It was rich with fresh eggs and lots of thick cream.  I remember my dad making it for us.  I bought some eggnog, the light kind?  Haven't tried it yet so the verdict is still out.  I miss the real stuff, but the pants again won't button as it is. (sigh)

 A few weeks ago I wrote about  my purchase of an old Singer cabinet for $15.00 at one of my favorite shops here.  Teacups and Twigs is a shabby chic kind of shop way out of town and she only opens for a few weeks in the winter.  I had previously gotten a Singer featherweight, 1958 I believe and doesn't she look wonderful on this cabinet.  It is stripped of it's treadle and it's drawers, but is perfect for a perch for the featherweight, which still sews like a dream!

Spencer seems none too happy with his new kerchief of Christmas prints and wasn't cooperating for a snapshot.  However, this picture is so deceptive of this little guy's personality.  He is a clown and a communicator and a spoiled little boy.  He has grown by leaps and bounds as he has evolved from a shy unsocialized furkid to our very big dog in a tiny body with a heart to match.  He thinks he can lick a boxer or the great Dane who lives behind our back fence!  He has become a terrific watch dog and is in love with our border collie mix, Hildy.  Any animal that comes to live with us in the future will no doubt be a shelter critter or rescue furkid.  They give you unconditional love!

"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.  Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."

On the 4th day of Christmas

On the 4th day of Christmas...well Roger sleeps no matter where or when, on his Christmas pillow, from the 1st day of Christmas way into next year.  Of this I am sure.  He doesn't miss any meals or any chance to snooze.  I've been very busy quilting away on some gifts for some friends.  I even considered quilting some coats for my two little furkids, but as furry as they both are, I don't think they need them.  They don't much like the cold.  Both are rescue dogs from Missouri and after even a couple of years here, they prefer warm weather but will play in the snow some.  Can't say I blame them, but really--Christmas without snow?  Having grown up on the edge of the front range of the Rockies in northern Colorado, we always had snow at Christmas that I can remember.  So our Christmas here in Wyoming have that western influence, especially in Cheyenne, and we have snow on the ground today although it has been here for at least a week.  In the shops here you will see a definite "cowboy influence" in the decor, the gifts and the spirit of the residents.  If you have ever read a bit of history, old letters perhaps written in journal form by some of the pioneers who influenced this part of the country, you may understand.  These old cowboys and cowgirls were strong people who weathered the long winters, often isolated for months miles from their neighbors.  With only a team of horses and a wagon or buggy, they ventured to town for supplies only when necessary, through bitter wind and snow.  But usually a tree was cut down on the ranch and brought in to be decorated with hand-made ornaments, popcorn strings and bits of whatever could be salvaged from years before.  The Mr. and I are both descendants of this strong pioneer stock and I cannot imagine the hardships that I know were endured in order to survive.  At this time of the year, one needs to take stock of what is important and we are thankful to be living where we can celebrate this Holiday..Christmas because of our tough western pioneer descendants.  The rope basket would probably not be a very practical use of a good lariat back then, but it makes a wonderful receptacle  for ornaments!

On the 3rd day of Christmas

On the third day of Christmas?  This is an old sled that I picked up in Morrison CO years ago when I was slumming with my friends.  (Again, most of my wonderful slumming times have been spent with these buddies from way back.)  I remember that we had such good time that day.  I still hope to have a kitchen garden out back with all of the old kitchen flea market pieces I have gathered.  I just need more!  This antique shop there had a kitchen garden out back that was marvelous and on the way back through the shop, I picked up this sleigh.  When not used this way, I stand it up and put shelved across the leg braces.

So---on the third day of Christmas, as you can see, it is like any other morning as far as the furkids are concerned! For me...well, the Mr. has gone out of town for a pool tournament and I have a special "friend", one of those slum buddies coming for a day to search for more stuff.  The sun is shining and the temperature is brisk, but it will be a perfect way to spend a winter day!

On the 2nd day of Christmas

 This is my lovely 10 year old border collie, Hildy and every morning she gets my paper as she carefully peruses the yard for rabbits.  She hates rabbits.  At her age though, she is beginning to feel the aches and pains of old age and old injuries, so the rabbits don't really need to worry much.  

 Red sky in the morning, sailors warning!  I love these beautiful Wyoming winter sunrises and this sky proceeded the snow storm we had last week.  So I doubt that any of you Wyoming sailors were intending to do much sailing, unless it would have been snow board sailing. 

And lastly, my quilted apples!  The original pattern was not to my liking at all so I improvised and after a little tweaking, I found that this suited my vision of what a quilted apple would appear to be.

Today, I hosted some of my old school co-workers for an afternoon of goodies, drinks and girl talk.  I truly cherish the friendships that have weathered so much...Moves, divorces, illnesses etc.

"True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable. " ~ Dave Tyson Gentry

On the 1st day of Christmas

It's not really the first day of Christmas, but with lots to do, I will try to get all 12 days in here.  I love Christmas, mostly because I get to display all of my trees and my many old ornaments.  This little guy sits in a crock amongst my many rolling pins in my kitchen so all of the ornaments are miniature pots, teacups, sifters, etc...stuff related to the kitchen.  Finally today, I did get some baking in.  Cookies, cookies and more cookies and even a cheesecake.

This week has been a sad one for relatives and friends..
My husband lost an aunt, my sister lost a mother-in-law and my friend lost her mother.  Our thoughts and prayers are with their families.
                                                                    

A few years ago, a friend gave me a "goldfish"
plant.  I am sure it has another name.  When I left Saratoga 3 years ago, I was not in a position to bring every single plant so I gave my sister-in-law my plant.  After we were settled, I got a start from her and I now have a "goldfish bloom" on mine.  Friends come and go, but I get to see this friend about once a year briefly and this plant will always be a special one...

Almost every morning I get up before the sun does in the winter.  That comes I believe, from all of those early mornings as a child when there were chores to do before we got ready to catch the school bus in the wee hours of the morning.  I find mornings a peaceful quiet time and as you can see here, so do the furkids!  Lazy canines! This is where they land as they follow me from the bedroom EVERY morning and they stay here until I fix their breakfast.  Hildy does have one chore though.  She does venture out to the front porch to retrieve my paper.  Picture to follow!