I love cold mornings in the hollow.
Smoke is puffin' from the chimney.
Frost decorates the deck.
Sun beams filter throughout the branches.
The dogs are extra frisky.
...and it's home.
Dad's always said that it's a few degrees cooler in the hollow.
That's fine with me.
We'll just add a few more logs to the wood stove.
and yes, that's our new watermark thingie for our photographs. :)