Winter

Winter is here. No doubt about it. Snow, cold temperatures, patches of ice waiting for me to slip. But I choose to not think about it. You see, if you don't venture out into the frozen wasteland, you hardly think about it. So I wear shorts and t shirts...mainly because Squirt won't keep anything on her feet so the heater is keeping the house toastier than normal. Denial. Works for me. And these two in my backyard:

'I still have pears---it's not winter!'

'Look at my beautiful leaves. These are FALL leaves---it's not winter!'

And then there are those who embrace the frosty season: The boy pretending to get shot on the trampoline...over and over.

It was awesome to watch! From the warmth of inside.