I love my sister in spite of - or maybe because of - the fact that she is the type of mad woman to move back to California but declare that she misses the change of seasons.
This picture is dedicated to her (and an invitation to come and shovel my driveway if she misses this stuff. The day I took this, my freshly shoveled walkway had filled back up within an hour).
This is one of the trees in my backyard. It looked pretty upon first glance, a little ominous in a photo, and downright hilarious when I thought of how I could hang those little scary Blair Witch dolls from the branches and freak out my dear friend Rach (don’t worry, girly: I would never do that - mostly because it’s too cold to do so…and because this tree isn’t in your backyard).