We are no longer dreaming of a white Christmas. It’s here. But I confess, as I write this, I’m ready for it to move along. After spending the morning shuffling family to and from their vehicles, I’m ready for it to be a balmy 50 degrees, with rain… like back in Texas.
The first photo is looking out the balcony door of our bedroom. The rest are taken from behind the cabin.
Can you spot what is wrong in the photo with the birdhouse?
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