we awoke to a snowy blanket outside our doors. and it is still coming down. big fluffy flakes that are the stuff of dreams. and we're each enjoying it in our own way. they're out there in the fort eating it by the handful while climbing, sliding, and making trails interspersed with snow angels. i'm taking it all in from a cozy spot in the sunroom, sipping coffee, listening to saturday npr and knitting.
the garden has yet to be put to bed, but last years' snow pants still fit. and that's what it's all about, really. those rosy cheeks will soon be at the door - time to put the kettle on. enjoy your weekend. xoxo
