I miss my log cabin. Had the flu not knocked me off my feet, I would be there now with the hubby, stepson and Marvin the cat. I am anxious to put one of my Christmas presents in there (an electric fireplace from my dad!) So I'm laying in bed, daydreaming until I am back there again.
I miss my black squirrel despite him getting into the bird's food all the time. Check out the snow on his face!
I miss the chickadee's curiosity.
I miss the barking call of the red-bellied woodpecker. They always announce their arrival.
I miss snow shoeing through the woods.
And I miss the views of the snow covered lake.