My son's butt. This is actually one of the Christmas pictures from last year that is still on the computer. Apparently I started to take a picture of his dad at exactly the same moment he decided it was time for more wine.
Why I still have this picture on my computer is anyone's guess, but it 'cracked' me up. Ha.
And here are a couple more. Unintentionally artsy pictures of before and after the annual unwrapping of the presents.
Before:
And after: 
The shot is so blurry I don't know which of the grandchildren that is, but it sure looks like fun, doesn't it? My new camera takes much better pictures and after Christmas I'll prove it to you.
So anyway, today's temperature is staying in the mid 20's. Even though Christmas occupies my mind most at this time of year, thoughts of flowers and my garden are always in my head, and I remembered Nannie and the poppy seeds. Now, my grandmother on my mother's side was no slouch when it came to gardening. The woman could stick a 2 x 4 in the ground and get it to root. I stayed with her a lot when I was growing up and she was always out with the first sunray digging and watering. We called her Nannie.
Nannie's rule for planting poppy seeds is simple and anyone can grow them this way.
1. Wait for the first snow of the year.
2. Sprinkle last summer's poppy seeds on top of the snow.
3. Wait for Spring.
Really simple and has the advantage of the one doing the sprinkling actually being able to see where all those little seeds go. They melt down with plenty of moisture to get them going, and reward everyone the next Spring with the miracle of a poppy bloom from a seed the size of a grain of pepper.
So what else besides Christmas did I do today? You're right, bucky! I planted poppy seeds.

