Not much time for blogging this week. Daughter Pogo and her family arrived last night. The three little shavers keep everything lively around here.
Here’s one of them:
Today, even the eyebrows were lucky to come out unscathed.
Raindrops on roses. . . but whiskers on noses?
When he was younger, our son, good egg that he is, sometimes made Christmas gifts for me. I treasure them all, but these are perhaps my favorites.
Meet the Ovas–Mom, Dad, and little Bud, made from blown-out egg shells.
They’re in good shape except for missing a few limbs, which can be replaced. That’s pretty surprising, since I’ve had them for at least 15 years. They are packed away in the attic each year with the rest of the decorations and have been moved at least four times. Amazingly, they remain uncracked.
We should all be so lucky!