Now that's what you call a Christmas Eve.
The sun was so delicious, and the air so clement, that we opted to have our late afternoon supper on the front lawn. The air was cool enough that Bernie wanted his hat and jacket ( I had a flannel shirt and my long-loved polar fleece vest) but warm enough to sit out until sundown.
The dogs were with us, and Howie crawled into Bernie's lap for a prolonged pet and cuddle.
Bernie had sandwiches, and I had a platter of sliced summer sausage, fresh veggies, and French bread with cream cheese. Perfect dinner!
And while the sun warmed us, I saw a hummingbird sipping in the eucalyptus tree, whipped out my camera, aimed, and fired. He's quite handsome, isn't he?
Happy holidays, all.
1 comment:
Almost thou persuadest me to be a Californian! - If you will forgive the misquote. ;-)
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