tick not mutt

so, yes. i'm kind of in the dog house.  been wandering the woods, chasing my dreams, and picking up numerous ticks.  i bring them home happily, share them as much as possible, and for some reason that's Not Acceptable.














i get myself in a tangle, admittedly...

 

 but more than often i'm standing at attention, ready to walk.  ready for anything....

  so even though i have ticks, galore, we celebrate the season.  see the tree?  see the hot cocoa with campfire melted mashmallows on top?  we're good here in frigid north texas.  and we're so ready to leave.  we want sun. beach. we want good air to breathe.

 we say goodbye to beautiful lakes and pines and frigid temps, and we head south toward sunshine. we hope.  and away from ticks. 

the blue true dream of sky and the leaping greenly spirit of our christmas trees....