Friday

Falling back into old routines is so easy! Too easy, in fact. I wish something within me would resist: I'm back from a trip, let me innovate, try a new approach. At least a new breakfast cereal! But no. Ed and I drove up to the farmhouse just before midnight, I unpacked, tidied and settled in for a wonderful night in the old farmhouse bed. But not for too long: up early, because, well, it's Friday and I must shop and of course, eat a good breakfast with a chatty Ed...






A Friday is a Friday is a Friday, after all.

The good weather traveled back with me and we have sunshine and just above freezing temps -- much like I had in Paris! But of course, the landscape here is now a subdued brown, tucked in for the season, resting, resting, until spring.

(The three youngest girls, enjoying the sunshine.)






In the afternoon, I am excited to be picking up Snowdrop again.






We play! Oh, do we play! Restaurant and the angry neighbors continue to be favorites.






In our game, the idea of "hot chocolate on a cold winter's day" comes up. Would you like to try some real hot chocolate? From Angelina's over on the other side of the ocean? In her eagerness, she climbs onto the top of the counter. And stirs. And sips ecstatically.






Evening, One more moment of farmette play over by the great willow, the I take her home.











Sparrow is just waking up from his nap...






"There, I'm awake!!"






A little more play...






... and it's time for me to go home. Home, where the moon shines and the air is sparkly crisp.