Grandpa Fred can still get it done on the driveway in cowboy boots Hunter learned.
And post playing uncles are smarter than an 8th grader from experience and lessons learned. Hunter listened and practiced…in relatively warm and windy conditions on the prairie.
Often I take pictures of these trees by the lake at my parent’s farm the day after Christmas when they are covered in fresh fallen snow and frost. A reprieve from Christmases past is okay this year.
We ate Oyster Stew with plenty of butter and cream at our house on Christmas Eve.
Rodney Southern says
What a wonderful post! Made me feel as though I were on the prairie right along with you and your family. Looks like you had a wonderful time. Glad I found your blog! Merry Christmas!
i am so happy for you and your family and all the time you get to spend together. the butter is just icing on that cake. 🙂
Mmmm … butter!
I am glad that you have a great brown Christmas! We never have a white Christmas – usually a wet Christmas but never white. Oh, wait there has been frost all over the ground every morning – does that count?
Even without the snow, it looks as if you had a wonderful day! We used to have oyster stew on Christmas Eve when my grandma was still living…nice to know it’s a tradition with your family too. Here’s hoping New Year’s Eve is brown too!
Butter is best. ALL of the time! lol I remember eating a lot of lefsa while living in Minot. A favorite of mine at festivals.