Saturday

Looking out, we see that the farmette is covered with snow.






The wind is bitter cold, the ground is slippery. I scrape the car, sweep the walkway to the house. But you know, it's different now than say in December. I do this with a lighter step. It's all temporary. We'll swing around these weather patterns, but the direction is good. We're moving out of this mess.

(Henny remembers the good times from a few days back. She ventures out, hesitates, then returns to the barn.)






Ed and I eat a lovely breakfast in the sun room. There isn't really much in the way of sunshine, but it's a cheerful place to be.






And then I catch the bus for Chicago -- home to my younger daughter and her husband.






I'm not here for long and of course, it's not a great day for extensive outdoor adventuring (though my girl and I do take deliciously long walks), so we turn it into a pre-Oscar visit: we take in a movie (one that I've seen, but I'm on a Hygge roll right now and this movie is as sweet as the honey biscuits I tucked into my grocery cart yesterday morning).

(A coffee break before the movie... Ah daughters! How I love them!)






We eat dinner at the Lula Cafe.  Jonny, our favorite Madison food person, had recently told me he liked it best for Chicago eating and I hadn't even heard of it and so my girl booked us a table for tonight.





Yes, good food, kind days, good nights.
 To all -- good night.