January Scenes -- E.

This post is not about snow.  I already wrote one about snow.  (It's also not about Malaysia, so try again later if you're here for that kind of material.)

This post is about rural Western New York.  It's about fishing, the small forest my family planted, the house I grew up in, the joys of a tire swing, my son's invincible fingers, and my daughter's very vincible ones.

Not Wistful, and Definitely Not Mushy -- E.

I'm starting to notice things that I won't be seeing in Malaysia.  This past week, I've been thinking about . . .
 

. . . mourning doves . . .

. . . sugar maple trees . . . my good friend Steve . . .

. . . Dad . . . snow blowers . . .

. . . snow.

Ah, yes.  Snow.  They say you can buy just about anything you want in Malaysia, but I have my doubts about snow.  I will miss times like this up in Western New York.