|Polly in the fog|
|Looking up our lane|
|The pond in the fog|
I am headed to my bed early as I have a hacking cough. I'll leave the rest of you to whoop it up and sing Auld Lang Syne.
We've been at our home, Whitelees for almost 17 years now. These trees were saplings when we first arrived. I remember being careful not to step on them when in that field picking daisies.
|The Trees have grown!|