We sang…
We ate…
We honored pigs with wings supreme…
We Eno’d…
My Aunt Min aptly described these times as healing. She’s been recovering from the death of her husband and still manages to throw this together with friends and family…and…
the river sings us along…
J. Ruth Kelly 
Richer for the traditions and baggage our familys drag along. You have to laugh. Flying pigs. Humor lightens, enlightens.
No fancy words from me on this one, Ruth, this is a hoot. You all even still have leaves on your trees. A different world.
It’s a healing hilarity. Pigs fly…anything’s possible. I can’t get over how quickly nature caves into snow there in your world. I was comparing these photos with your snow scene and shaking my head. Such amazing contrasts. All of it going on all at once…humanity and nature diverse.
How fun! Such a wonderful time! 🙂
It was great! My aunt has the best place in the world there and a heart for bringing people together.