The kids gasped as we pulled up to the Smith's house. When I asked what was wrong, they told me to look up. The tree in their front yard was the most beautiful bright red! I snapped a shot. A week later, bare. That's how we have seasons here in San Diego. Subtle, but apparent.

Lindsay had her Winter Concert this week. She is loving her flute.

Carmels have been in the making . . .and wrapping, and making, and wrapping. . .

I love that they love my "Tracing Machine". A lightboard my dad made for me Christmas 1978.