SantaPants
(Can that be one word?)


SantaPants
(Can that be one word?)




For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
A Piece of Pizza Peace
The other night Robert made perhaps his very best pizza ever on his newish and he’s-so-proud-of-it pizza stone.











For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Snoopy at Rest

“Kiss”

Daughter Emily and Adam crashing the recent family photo.
About this time of year, every year, I fall into the “depths of despair,” borrowing a phrase from my very good friend, Anne of Green Gables.
Why so low, you ask? Simple.
THERE ARE NO LOCAL, SUMMERY, VINE- RIPENED TOMATOES!!!
The tomatoes you find at the grocery store this time of year are, to use part of Donald Trump’s newsy allegation, “fake” tomatoes!
They taste like … well, fake tomatoes.
Side Note: Please do not tell anyone that I agreed, even if just half agreed, with anything Donald Trump has ever said.
So what I like to do in mid-November is remember, somehow both sadly and joyfully, July tomatoes.
Here are a few memories of the Real Deals.

My Tomato Pies!



Tomato beauty.



I miss you, July Tomatoes.

HR and yours truly. Lying in the Sheep Meadow. Central Park. NYC. 2016. Our very first trip to New York City together.





“These vagabond shoes ….” 🎶
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … two tidy Irishmen.
