birthdays | Dear Bliary

In years gone by, winter brought visions of sugar plums and brilliantly white snowy days, like these.

With icicles nearly a yard long.

And decks covered in white.

And trees totally bogged down and what might look like down!

Trees totally bogged down with what might look like down!

And views of the street – What street?!

But this year, with the temperatures soaring to nearly 70 degrees, I would never have know it was winter. No coats, nearly thinking I might wear my sandals, there were no signs of the Old Man at all.

Ah, but I did have a reminder of the first day, though not by the weather. My mom’s birthday falls of that day, so I didn’t need a snowfall to tell me it was December 21.

Happy Birthday, momma. Ti amo, cara.