On Christmas morning, my hubby wanted to go for a morning walk. We’re at an age now where, no matter how late we nod off to slumberland the night before, we still get up at the same time. Bright and early too!
Since we were going for a family brunch in Half Moon Bay, my hubby thought we’d treat Beau to breakfast and a family walk. Daughter was up too, reading her book in bed. So we all bundled up and made our way up the road and onto Jacaranda Circle.
Less than a mile away was a nondescript entry into the back woods. As we gingerly maneuvered around soft muddy earth, leftover puddles, and a few felled trees, we were rewarded with clear skies peering over an old abandoned dam that was now generously filled with rain water. There were signs of work being done on the trails. There were freshly shredded wood chips that smelled like childhood classroom-issue pencils.
After the brisk walk, we got ready for Christmas brunch at Half Moon Bay. The decor was lively all throughout with Nutcracker embellishments everywhere. Steadfast tin soldiers stood stiffly flanking doorways. Life-size gingerbread houses covered in peppermint candy and fruit drops were favorite photo-op spots. St. Nicks in their rich red robes and flowing white beards roamed the corridors, greeting excited toddlers and parents.
And of course, there was the food. After the mimosa toast, we all walked leisurely to the stations. The spread was divine. (Unfortunately, we all forgot to immortalize the finds. All except for the dessert plate. Here’s what it looked like when my sister brought her plate to the table.
And here’s what was left after she demolished and savored:
I know I’ve been absent from the blogosphere a lot in the recent months. For this, I sincerely apologize. I will try harder in the coming year.
Happy Holidays to all of you!