Rusty smells a deer
The dog, for his part, never misses the opportunity to roll around in deer shit.
The hard shock of post-holiday re-entry is now behind us. At least, for those who bit the bullet and went back to work early.
The Christmas trees begin to line the streets. Every year I "call" the last one with a text to Sonnet : ie, the final hold-outs of the holiday season. The record is mid March.
Madeleine up at 6:30AM in a chipper mood and ready to take on physics at the morning bell. Her first exam in the New Year.