CHIT-CHAT ON SUNDAY MORNING

Woke up to some fresh snow this morning. It was dark at 4:30 AM, but the gallery lights reflected on the accumulated fall, and it’s still coming down, softly, floating easily. When I was in town yesterday, I noted that the roads and sidewalks were bare. The rain did it. When it rains in town, it usually snows here. One more reason to love my bush.

Elie, my prey driven doggy, has been jumping up and running into the corners to sniff around. Her antics are a sure sign that the mice are back in for the winter so I installed some traps. Poor little things – I find them cute but I refuse to share my living space with them. Sure enough, all the traps are full this morning. UGH! Lovely chore when my eyes are still not quite open.

I had started the Christmas stew last night and am now preparing to continue today. The smell has the beasts’ noses twitching, Christmas music is competing with the sound of snowplows outside, and Pistache, the parrot, is accompanying it all by ringing the heck out of her bell.

Because I’m not hosting this year, I had decided that I wouldn’t bother decorating, and offered the box of lights to my son for his new house. He stopped in with his GF and the Rugrats yesterday to pick them up and stayed a couple of hours to visit.

Nothing quite beats hugs and teasing from the kids and the grandchildren. Friday night our Raph had his Christmas party here, Mémère got hugs. Yesterday there was the Rugrats, and Mémère got more hugs. Today I’m expecting my little flea and her family to come for supper, so guess what Mémère will be enjoying? If only we could bottle them and sell them, I expect we would be part of the ultra-wealthy.

That’s it for now, folks. Sending you good vibes for this Sunday morning, and of course those vibes are riding on a huge SMILE!

LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC.