Something is going on up there but she isn’t sure what. Yet.

There is something different about winter light, the intensity is off but the directionality is there. Also, when it’s in the mid-50s during the holidays, that plays with your mind and eye, too.

Chasing a dog in, I noticed a set of candles that had been left out over the summer … they are probably done.

I’m a pretty simple guy when it comes to breakfast – a little juice, a little cereal, some coffee to go. But around the holidays, when there’s leftover Christmas Cake, all bets are off.

Replaced the Mrs. phone, some of the other options were interesting. Or just unavailable.

Even the dogs get a little something on Christmas morning. Of course, who is giving these gifts is a bit of a mystery at times …

I am not a baker, the Mrs. is the expert in that field. Giver her some flour and a few other ingredients and the kitchen will smell amazing in a few hours time.

But once a year, I pull the Crisco out of the cabinets and fire up the Kitchen Aid – since I was a little kid, we have always had my Grandma Johnson’s Christmas Cake. After she passed, we found the recipe and now my siblings and I all make it at this time of the year.