skies of blue

There is no question that a sunny day at frigid temperatures feels warmer than a gloomy gray day at warmer readings.

So that despite the near zero readings, I pushed for us to go out. Now. Early. Because later there would be clouds.

How can you not love a day that looks like this?






Breakfast. Late, because I am distracted and Ed is slow moving and Isis -- well, Isis gets us to feed him at all strange hours, so he is not a formal participant in the morning meal.






A few more distractions and we're off - first to release yet another mouse (can we be done now??)...






...then to ski. On mostly flat terrain, to lessen the possibilities of a fall.

It is, in the end, such a beautiful day to be outside!






Supper. I haven't blogged a supper in a while. What are we eating these days? No surprises there: the salad. And today -- pureed cauliflower soup (which, with grated parmesan, but no milks or creams, is terrific).





They win me over, these calm, winter days. The excitement isn't in what you do, but in merely waking up and imagining the possibilities. And on a bright, blue-skied day, they are tremendous.