In my last couple of emails to him, I have been telling him about and sending him pictures of our crazy white-out winter. So he writes back and says ---
(look how tan he is!)
"it's kind of cool that you are all freezing right now, because I'm chillin' in the shade of a tropical paradise. It is about 80-90 degrees and I've got a nice farmer's tan, and I'm drinking pineapple juice. It is far from a white Christmas this year. In fact, the coldest it's ever gotten here is like 35-40 degrees"
What a turkey!
Speaking of turkeys, last summer (seems sooooo long ago) I posted about my garden, the chickens, and our turkey, Stick, that we were raising for our Thanksgiving dinner. Well, we didn't end up eating him. We gave him to our neighbor friends because he was eating all of the chicken food. They kept him for a while, then ate him.
The funny part of this story is:
(Here's what's left of Stick)
Yep, those are turkey feet Christmas tree ornaments. A matching pair. (So this is what happens to suburban families who move to the country. . . ?)