A few days ago my mother-in-law called to see if I would trek out in the freezing cold to stop by and photograph their flag that hangs ever so proudly in the front of their house. Of course, as much I am not a fan of being out in the cold I went because I know how much that flag means to them. So it is appropriate that I post this with the changing of the guards tomorrow. The wind caught the flag just right and blew its tip onto the branches where it rested to catch the falling snow. It was a proud moment for (Fussy: aka my mother-in-law) that’s what we like to call her around here. A proud moment must never be left forgotten so with camera in hand and layers of clothes I went over to catch this beauty. . .
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