A frosty morning walk.
I love the way they look.
The Osage orange hedge was the property line of the farmland our home was build on .
This hedge continues across a busy road and into the Forest Preserves. To go back in time and see this place as it was 100 years, maybe 200 years ago.
Forgive me if I have told this story before, but it's one of my happiest memories. I remember being on a farm with my family when I was young. We were invited to somewhere in Indiana for Thanksgiving/Christmas dinner. I went out for a walk with my Dad and our host, Father Lee, a friend of our family, and I am pretty sure a couple of my brothers tagged along. We walked in a cornfield, where the corn had been harvested, as it was getting dark,. We stopped and looked back to the farmhouse. The windows of the house all glowed with light. I have thought of that moment a hundred times in my life. It was so beautiful to see that cozy home waiting for us. I think it's the reason that every Christmas Eve, I walk out of my house, with my sweetheart, and look back at our home, all glowing and filled with love and all those we hold dear.. Somewhere in our subdivision, many year ago, there was a farmhouse. I hope it was a happy place. That hedge always reminds me of how this place might have been long ago, and also of the Native American people who lived here first, long before that hedge was ever planted.
Like the globe hanging from the light . Peace on Earth, it's banner says.
I've done some baking, most of the shopping is done. The tables and chairs are at the ready.
Time is flying. Here we go, another holiday season.
Enjoy this beautiful day.