On this first day of Winter....

... the temperature here is hovering just above 80 degrees. That is not a typo. That is eighty... eight-oh degrees. Now this is how just about every 'winter' day was when we first moved down here...... between 70 and 80 degrees throughout the months of November, December, January, and February, with a little teeny cold snap tossed in about every four to five weeks. During the first winter we were here, my winter coat was a wool blazer, with no gloves, no scarf.

Needless to say, this is a perfect day. I've just been outside in the driveway, washing my car, getting all the road-dust off of it, and it's shining like it's just new-out-of-the-box. Back into the garage it went, all nice and clean, and then I shooed out the cats and the chickens before I closed the garage doors. The chickens are very curious about everything in that garage and they walk in there whenever they see the garage door open. Come to think of it, the chickens are curious about everything, just like the cats.

Speaking of the garage...... this day should be circled on the calender...... my husband spent the entire morning and part of the afternoon cleaning out the garage, arranging and re-arranging, sorting and separating. The extra-long work-counter in there actually has a work space now. I told my husband that the next time the handyman sees the inside of that garage, he's going to turn around and walk back out because he won't know where he is.

The garage is nice and neat, tidy and clean. My husband says that his home office is next on his must-organize list. We're getting really close to Christmas. Just four more days. He must have realized that Santa is watching, making his list, checking it twice. Ho! Ho! Ho!