Old Hat Now

According to shotsnaps images, my seasons sail by like so:
Summer: Garden, garden, garden, girls (and boy).
 Fall: Harvest, can, can, can, learn, learn, learn, and girls (and boy).

A large, pesky garden, 200+ quarts* worth of food canned, and the first half of the school year behind us, and what do you get?

Winter = Snow, snow, snow, and girls (and boy).


Here's the first snowfall of our winter reflected in the bathroom mirror,

as enjoyed indoors,

as ignored by a dog on the hunt,

as it layers the rose bushes,

and as it brightens the coop.

The End.

*The first time I broke the 200-quarts-worth mark for canning I was quite pleased with myself, kind of like this guy, until I read the chart of "average family" canning needs in my vintage Ball Blue book.  I can't remember exact numbers, but I do remember that their combined numbers for just green beans and tomatoes alone blew past the 200 mark.  That shut me up pretty quickly.  (How on earth did those women do it?)