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Lucy and Annabelle go to Klyde Warren Park

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Lucy and Annabelle go to Klyde Warren Park

On the day after Christmas, Lucy and Annabelle went for a walk around Klyde Warren Park. John and I went, too, along with half of the city of Dallas. Apparently lots of people in north Texas shared our game plan—to get out, enjoy the day, and step away from the leftovers. And no one was wearing those heavy sweaters and scarves Santa brought for Christmas. Folks dressed in shorts and threw footballs or lounged on blankets while barefoot kids splashed in the fountain. Although the weather felt more like the first day of spring break, there were plenty of gorgeous decorations to remind us of the season. Lest we forget.

Enjoy it while we can, I say, because it won’t last. Winter WILL eventually have his way.Continue Reading

On Christmas Eve night…

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on christmas eve night...It was a short drive we’d made hundreds of times before, yet on Christmas Eve night of my seventh year, the gravel road felt different beneath the car. From my spot in the backseat, I gazed at the glittery night. Snow-covered fields stretched beneath a moon so full it nearly swallowed the land. Momma turned up the radio when Bing Crosby dreamed of a white Christmas and for once, for us, a white Christmas would be real.

And I wondered if every seventh Christmas brought snow.Continue Reading

This Time of Year

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This time of year.

I love love love this time of year. This time of year right before Christmas. This time of year when the days are pale and cold, and the bundling up to go for a walk takes as long as the walk itself.

Yesterday, I read half a book and napped on the couch underneath blankets. Two warm schnauzers curled next to me. I felt a little under the weather, a little tired, a little like maybe I needed to hibernate the afternoon away. So I did. Dreaming away the cold. Sunday afternoon is good for that.Continue Reading

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