They say it hasn't been this cold in Madison on Halloween since oh, some twenty years ago -- meaning, before any of today's trick-or-treaters were even born. We're at 34F (just 1C) when the kids set out at dusk. Brrr!
The cold of this day kept me inside all morning.
Breakfast...
...Followed by long hours of occupied couches: we have two in the farmhouse. Ed sprawled on the longer couch (which is just a tad too short to support his long frame) and I sprawled on the shorter one (which is just a tad too short to support my overage frame) and we both succumbed to a bit of indulgent rest time, losing ourselves in our books and various readings.
Cold as it is right now, I don't believe the farmette ever felt the deep freeze of this past weekend. A few of my annuals are still showing off their colors. You wouldn't see that after a hard frost.
And still, it is chilly.
When I pick up Snowdrop, she runs to the door to get going on our adventure. I call her back for her jacket. She tells me -- grandma, it's hot outside!
No way, Snowdrop. No way.
She is, however, insanely proud of her hair bow and so she remains hatless. Perhaps for this reason, she is willing to call it quits after just a handful of minutes on the playground.
(At the farmhouse, stealing a cookie...)
At some point, she tells me that her bow is clipped in the wrong place. Here, on top of head, grandma!
Okay...
Her parents come, ready to take her out for trick-or-treating...
I ask later on if it went well.
Of course it did! Two years old, but happy to run up to a home and ask for candy!
With several sweaters filling her cookie monster suit, I don't think she ever noticed that it was barely above freezing!
The cold of this day kept me inside all morning.
Breakfast...
...Followed by long hours of occupied couches: we have two in the farmhouse. Ed sprawled on the longer couch (which is just a tad too short to support his long frame) and I sprawled on the shorter one (which is just a tad too short to support my overage frame) and we both succumbed to a bit of indulgent rest time, losing ourselves in our books and various readings.
Cold as it is right now, I don't believe the farmette ever felt the deep freeze of this past weekend. A few of my annuals are still showing off their colors. You wouldn't see that after a hard frost.
And still, it is chilly.
When I pick up Snowdrop, she runs to the door to get going on our adventure. I call her back for her jacket. She tells me -- grandma, it's hot outside!
No way, Snowdrop. No way.
She is, however, insanely proud of her hair bow and so she remains hatless. Perhaps for this reason, she is willing to call it quits after just a handful of minutes on the playground.
(At the farmhouse, stealing a cookie...)
At some point, she tells me that her bow is clipped in the wrong place. Here, on top of head, grandma!
Okay...
Her parents come, ready to take her out for trick-or-treating...
I ask later on if it went well.
Of course it did! Two years old, but happy to run up to a home and ask for candy!
With several sweaters filling her cookie monster suit, I don't think she ever noticed that it was barely above freezing!
