Frozen ponds, goalies and holly

Sunday's walk to the pond yielded the first freeze of the year, the pond iced over, resting 

And I remembered scissors so I was able to cut a couple of holly branches, the only greens I can bring in 

After I'd spotted the concrete rabbit, now very hard of hearing, trying out for goalie.

With a cheering or jeering section squirrel criticizing his form 

From a safe distance. The squirrels are manic just now, leaping around, mating rapidly between scarfing berries and seeds, nature in action.

Now that I've exhausted the Ruth Galloways currently available, I've retreated to Tudor times and Alison Weir, with Jane Seymour.

This is not as far fetched as it seems, my people still fighting the Reformation. Still loudly reminding everyone that those cathedrals were ours, and we took care of them without GoFundMes. 

I perfectly understand the mentality of people still arguing the outcome of the Civil War.

Happy day everyone, remember to take your hobbyhorse out for a trot around the paddock. What's your ride or die hill to die on, to scramble a couple of metaphors?

Ted and Big Ursy have a few of them 

Still my flag, a whole class of hobbyhorse.