Here we are, Millie and Me, taking a long, last look at our old hill this year. It was our 314th walk this morning since that oh-so-cold and snowy day last February 15 when I wrote on the calendar, "Our walking streak is broken!" It had been 1,314 days since we had missed that daily trek. I felt so sad when we had to turn back that day. (My son said he thought we walked far enough to count. He is a great supporter.) I thought I would never count days again, but that's not like me. I took another day off, and on the 17th I started counting again. We now need a thousand more walks to get back where we were on that fateful day. Will we ever get there? Probably not, but we sure to heck are going to have fun trying.
Here on the hill, we are all looking forward to a new year. I plan to hibernate a bit and take life a little slower for the first six-weeks of 2022. I want to read some and focus on a more creative year. I asked the Hubby if he would help. He replied, "I hope you don't expect me to hang out the wash." :~)
The picture below is from earlier this week when I pegged out the bed linens. The Hubby thinks it is a great lot of work to do this, but I think it is a great lot of fun. I love the contrast here of the leaves and the linens.
It's always fun at year's end to look back at pictures taken over the past twelve months. You know, as I have always heard, "A picture is worth a thousand words." That's a good thing here for I seem to be better with pictures than with words.
The hubby and I have had a lot of fun looking back and have chosen a few of our favorites. It was hard to choose a Photo of the Year, but we finally agreed on one that we thought deserved the honor.