This stuff is real pretty and all, but nothing makes Christmas magic like the laughter and chatter of family and friends, watching little kids run through the house and of course those familiar smells of the food and candy that we only indulge in once a year. The kids, grandkids, and granddog, are all on their way.
When they arrive the real magic will begin for us.
These birdhouses were my mothers. She would set them out at Christmas time.
This is a peak at my pencil tree. I am happy with it. I didn't have to move any furniture, and I can haul it up to the attic by myself.
Hopefully, the weather will be pleasant enough for a little porch time.