A dusting of snow and Poppy's Birthday

There was excitement around here on Wednesday!  Poppy turned 60 years old!  No, that's not the reason he got the gun out! :)  

That nice scope on Poppy's rifle.  Well, it just happened to arrive by UPS on his birthday, which explains why he insisted I not buy him anything.  He finished attaching it to rifle about the time I finished icing the cake.  I never got the candles on the cake...we decided to eat a slice.  It was good too...still warm...crusty cream cheese pound cake with cream cheese frosting. 

Shelby, my sister the farmer, gave me the recipe.  She bakes these cakes and sells nice large slices at the farmer's market.   

I am almost afraid to say this...but let me show you our dusting of snow...

Now I know this is the last thing you snow-bound folks up north would be interested in, but this is excitement for us...We have had school closings and everything because of this dusting!!  :)

I have great memories of playing in the snow when we were growing up.  Seems like we had more snow back then.  Big snows and more often.  We would play until the fingers of our gloves were icy and frozen stiff, and our noses red and running.  The three of us, Shelby, Jackie, and me.  We would run inside, tracking snow and ice which quickly turned into puddles of water on the floor.  Mama, always patient, would put our coats and gloves and wet boots near the heat to dry.  Mama's hot chocolate was the best, made in a pot on the stove with powdered cocoa, sugar, and whole milk.  We were usually begging to go back outside before our gloves were completely dry.

Shelby, Jackie, me, and sitting on the front of the sled, our friend from next door.  Seems like her name was Mary Eloise...

I Need to thank my sweet niece, Vicki, for sending me the old picture.  Jackie, also sitting on the sled, is her dad.

Better get supper on the table.  Poppy is due home in about thirty minutes.

Thank you for visiting.

Love,
Henny Penny