There is always something magical about the first snow, even though it was only a light snowfall and gone by noon.

Seeing Different Views of the "Buckeye State" with interested attention
There is always something magical about the first snow, even though it was only a light snowfall and gone by noon.


Rommie use to drop a tennis ball down the basement steps whenever I played my flute. It was as if she was saying “Stop it! Let’s Go Play! Your hurting my ears!” Now that she is in heaven, time to reconnect with the keys.
Welcome to Day 2 of my journey to find and engage with the enchantment of the holiday season. This was a gift from Mom. His name is Santa Bacon a play on the old Eartha Kitt song Santa Baby. If this does not make you smile or laugh nothing will.
