Unlike Los Angeles, where it has been pouring, and we just have to hope that no - or, being realistic, not too much - rain has got into our garage, it is warm and sunny here, and therefore uncannily unseasonal. This morning I made wire hangers for three large seed/nut/dried mealyworm canisters for the birds, and distinguished myself by wiring little perches to them, too, but there's not a hungry feathered friend in sight, apart from the ones dropping in for a dip in the bird baths. Santa Fe should not be this snow, frost, and ice free at this time of year. The only snow visible up on the mountains is that made by the artificial snow cannons in the ski area.
We did go and have Christmas Eve lunch at Harry's, and were very pleased to see this large notice warning off the wrong kind of ICE on their door - not to mention this figure, out of the window, in the back yard, who is clearly ready to give any such invader the evil side-eye.
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