Run BreeBree, Run. And other snow adventures.

RH and I were gone all day yesterday to various doctor appointments and errands and didn't get to post the pictures of Nashville's one and only snow so far. 

But Sunday's snow was so beautiful, if skimpy by comparison to other parts of the country. Dachshunds all seem to love snow but BreeBree dashed in and out in the bitterly cold temperatures. 

I didn't venture out in the slippery stuff but was never far away from a window all day long, enjoying it from inside.

Isn't it nice how the white stuff outside makes you notice everything so much more? The red bracts from this old houseplant that we really need to transplant into a larger pot stood out as red as a beautiful Chanel red lipstick.

I admit that I also did a little nosey peeking at our neighbors across the street as it is only in winter that we can see them, the snow showing them up even clearer. I can't help wondering about them over there in that big house, the neighbors we never see but sometimes hear talking when they sit outside in the summer.

You're never guilty of being nosey, are you?

I was so glad there were two Christmas decorations that I've yet to get rid of as they looked pretty in the snow. I had finally moved the wreath from the front porch to just prop up on the kitchen porch, still too fresh to dump.

And I was so happy that the birds' red Christmas bow still graced their dining room!

It looks like the cardinals are finding every single seed but the many finches are there even if they don't show up well.

And a few other kinds visit.

I missed a fantastic opportunity for a picture yesterday when RH was driving home from Nashville. 

I screamed out to him, "Look!" And pointed to the sky, probably not the best thing to do when someone is driving fast.

It looked like a helicopter was sitting on top of power lines strung high in the sky. And it was! I thought it was stuck there and trying to get lose but RH told me there was a linesman on it fixing something on the lines.

Have you ever seen that? I had never heard of such a thing. My heart was pounding. Why didn't I grab my phone for a picture? My kids would have.

But here's the cute picture I did snap when we were welcomed home by BreeBree and James Mason.

For you to fully realize the cuteness of this, I have to explain that all his toys are piled in a corner of the room and this is what he did while we were gone--drug them out and played with them one at a time and then put them in a row on the rug. BreeBree doesn't play with toys. I think she was too busy having babies the first five years of her life before they came to us last year to ever learn to play. I can't bear to think about it.

James Mason didn't play the first six months here but then he gradually got interested. But to line them up like that? Now isn't that a brilliant little man?

And just now he's talking to me, in that voice that says it's 4:30 p.m., Mama. Time for his and BreeBree's dinner.

Pronto. Right now.