It’s the day after Christmas
It’s the day after Christmas.
My grandson and I are enjoying our day off, eating Christmas sugar cookies and running around barefoot outside. It’s 50° in central Nebraska.
There is still snow on the ground from the blizzard on Tuesday. Not much...but more on the canyon hills than in the yard.
My little monkey informs me we can’t chase the bears today, “it’s too dangerous, grandma!”
He watches closely as his shadow moves on the house and someone named George just came to his rescue. Don’t ask me where “George” is from but he seems nice.
Not a breeze, no noise but a chattering 5 year old, and an occasional squawk from a nearby tree.