I trudged through the snow late this afternoon -- out the garden room door, across the patio, up and over the deck, down heavily snow-covered stairs -- to take photos of Mom's playhouse (or, as she prefers to call it, "garden house") (whatever) (it looks an awful lot like a certain gingerbread house) (not that my mom's a wicked old witch or anything).  It's been years since she sent out cards, but she's feeling inspired -- in part, I think, by the cards I made with Mack & Addison and how people have enjoyed them -- and wants to spread the love and share a little of her joy, too.  The little house has been in progress for a few years, but it's finally (just about) finished.  It sits at the far edge of their lot, way down in the ravine, and it makes her happy to look at it from the house.  So warm and cozy.

I was flummoxed all day about the 365 photo.  I tried a few different things that didn't work out and then I saw this...

...and had to do this...

...it's not as soft and fluffy as it looks.  It's quite cold and wet, as you might expect.  (Still no hat.)