Nov 28 2011

Shopping with The Dogs

Filed under: Christmas 2011

So here’s the scoop: I bought the Christmas tree from the nursery (photos on the post below) so I would not have to drive to North Carolina and cut one down at a tree farm. That gave me more time to go shopping with Cocoa and Chip, who didn’t bark (not even once) at a single stranger. Yahoooo!

One of my favorite Christmas things is antique ornaments.  And I also love . . .

acorns and anything thing to do with pine needles and fir trees. Chipley on the other paw is still obsessed with one thing—

Cows! We have places we go in the four-wheel drive that take him up close to his favorite things.

 

Nov 27 2011

Christmas Tree Time!

Filed under: Christmas 2011

Non-verbal clues are so much fun to watch. Cocoa is saying, “I definitely don’t understand what is happening!”

 

Chip is saying, “Come any closer, and I’ll definitely take a bite out of you, Santa.”

 

And these guys are just having fun. Billingsly Garden Center on Highway 441 was a great place to pick up this year’s Christmas tree. They were fresh cut yesterday morning in North Carolina and sent down to north Georgia. Every tree on the lot was $25 whether it was 5 feet or 25 tall. I think I got caught up in the moment and over estimated the size of the living room. (smile)

Nov 25 2011

Indian Mound Sautee Georgia

Filed under: Fall and Winter in the Mountains

This is a really cool scene  (plain and simple; I love the Nacoochee Valley), and I pass it often on the way to the mill where I buy freshly ground oats.

Nov 24 2011

This Thanksgiving . . .

Filed under: Memories, Paw Prints

Cocoa Joy is thankful for her family, food, long walks in the woods, and her trainers at Dog School 101. (Actually, I’m the one who is grateful for Sandy and Xalina!)

PJ is thankful for sleep.

And Chipley is thankful for . . .

COWS!!!!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Nov 22 2011

Misty Mountain Streams

Filed under: Fall and Winter in the Mountains

Magically, it is winter and the trout streams are filled with fair-headed anglers.

I don’t think I could ever move back to the city—not after living here. This past Sunday I grabbed a cup of coffee, the dogs, and took a long drive along Highway 197. Suddenly, I was in a wonderful, misty place.