Well, now we know why professional photos of teapots don’t show tea leaves.

Although the leaves look kind of gross, the actual drink is anything but. Might I recommend a spot of Bourbon Street Vanilla Rooibos Tea? It’s good. While I’m recommending items, I have to say I love this pretty little glass tea pot with its built-in infuser. Jeremy and Livia gave it to me for Mother’s Day last year and it’s perfect for both looking cute and brewing tea.

What we do for fun. Stick the kiddos in bright red carts, pick up a latte or chocolate chip cookie, and meander.

Name that guy. And the location. Twenty Prairie Box points to the person who answers correctly!

This shot is deceptive… In reality, I’m looking down on my parents’ backyard (grass on this side of the fence, under the snow that is), out onto the little lake behind their house. The lake, too, is covered with snow.

From this angle, however, I can imagine anything beyond that fence. An ocean? A large field? Fog covering mountains and a large field beside an ocean? Tricky job photographing snow, I suppose. And yet, I’m happy with the composition of this photo. It’s fun to dream a bit about what is beyond the fence.

I couldn’t help but post two photos today. The first was an easy pick… I like the way the snapshot is framed and I like the all the bright clothing colors in the white snow. The second photo? Well, I couldn’t pass up posting it here. It is so very Livia. Not one to spare a moment for great drama, Liv is caught here in the moment before letting out a shriek to wake the dead. She got, are you ready for this?, SNOW on her FACE. COLD snow. VERY COLD snow. Yes yes, she had been playing in 7 degree weather for close to 20 minutes and nope, that totally wasn’t any issue. But the COLDNESS of the snow on her FACE caused great anguish, now heard by all residents within one square mile, and that ended our play outside.

Fine with me. I wasn’t thrilled with the cold either.

Twigs with fur coats and alien tree pods.

Sometimes it’s not the best photo you post. It’s the one that captures a memory you don’t want to forget.

My daughter at age four. Her determined jaw and curling tendrils of hair. The fact that she’s snipping cubes of paper even though we started cutting strips for paper chains. Her still-chubby fingers learning to twist the paper just so, then wrap small pieces of sticky tape around them. Her sweetness in crafting with mom, and wanting songs for bedtime, even though it meant going to bed right away rather than staying up late for more play.

Sometimes a photo is so much more than a picture.