A merry little Christmas

I gave the horses a Christmas Eve treat – a brief graze:

There is no video of Lance running around because he never lifted his head until I haltered him and dragged him away from that jewel tone grass; ha! (His grass must be limited because of his metabolic condition.)

It was clouding up again, but I saddled Stella to hopefully squeeze in a ride. We got in about ten minutes before the rain drove us back to the barn. But hey, any time in the saddle is a gift for me.

I waited for another break in the rain to go into the garden and grab some kale and parsley. The kale might survive the coming cold spell, but the parsley is likely doomed. I froze most of the kale, and oven-dried most of the parsley. I should have harvested a whole bushel of the parsley, but only had so much  time; there were holiday meals to prep.

I asked Brian to clean the hen house, so they got clean shavings for Christmas:

Poppy in the aftermath of our cozy family Christmas Eve (she's extra-cozy in her new puffy coat):

And Christmas morning? Well, it tried. 😉 We had a brief dusting.

After a lovely church service that included our annual Giving Tree that benefits a selected charity, the pastor and his wife joined us for Sabbath/Christmas dinner (their children and grands live overseas):

Since they left it's been a quiet day. After hanging out in his room, Brian took off to be with a friend. Rick had to go treat a patient, and came back with some gifted Christmas goodies. I talked to my parents on the phone. Snow has fallen off and on but hasn't stuck – yet.

And to all, a good night, from . . .