
Now it’s just a peaceful place for anybody, who likes to rest under the willow tree.
Only the older ones still remember the day, when the water arrived.

Only the older ones still remember the day, when the water arrived.

“Some of them look different. The one on the left, it’s dark -brown or black; then there is one in the middle that seems to be two-colored.”
“What’s the big deal? They are all sheep, no matter how different they look.”

“Look this is the one,” I said. “I saw it moving, this must be the special snowflake.”
“They all will move after it warmed up,” she replied.
“But this one moved first,” and I pointed to the melting snowflake.

Finally, the warm weather has stopped and now it’s winter, the way it is supposed to be here in Ohio. Thick flakes have been falling to the ground all morning long and the driveway and walkway are covered with a blanket of snow.

“Where do animals go?” That was one of the main questions I asked when I was a child, “Do they go to heaven too?”

We have some odd New Year’s traditions in our house.
I wear red underwear, because that’s what Italians do to welcome the New Year. They say it brings luck in the coming year, while my husband swears we have to eat black eye peas on New Year’s Day for luck and prosperity throughout the year ahead.

There I was in my workshop, still trying to finish up everything on time, when I thought that listening to a Christmas movie might finally help me to find the Christmas spirit….somewhere.