I enjoy golf. Or, stated more accurately, I enjoy watching golf. Playing it? Not so much. My handicap? The time and patience needed to get better. If it isn’t a par-2 with a windmill, I’m not your guy.
When people talk about having a white Christmas, my thoughts turn to the 1954 movie of the same name, with the doors opening and snow falling outside the Vermont inn. I also enjoy the beauty that a freezing rain makes on trees at night with Christmas lights in the background.
A night of freezing rain turns mother nature’s frozen food aisle into a work of art. These crab apples will stay on the branches until the spring thaw, when cardinals will be the first in line followed by a flock of robins.