don we now our snow apparel

Viewing the "shards" was a priority Monday morning. We donned the correct apparel and off we went.

Checking out the die hard fishermen.


The sun was trying to shine.
He's thinking ,"I wish you were Thumper."

getting closer... and finally...

The shards.

I have a little shadow

that goes in and out with me...

Luminary 101

This was going to be easy...how difficult could it be to freeze a bucket of water in February...in Minnesota?

The trick is stopping the freezing process so the opening is just big enough to get your hand inside.

Effort #1...cracked in two when I tried to open the top for the candle.

Effort #2... forgot about it, froze solid overnight

Effort #3...Voilà!

Did the candlelight walk at Gooseberry tonight. The old leg muscles got quite a workout...guess it would be a good idea to snowshoe more than once a year. Joe (Rosemary's grandson) was my intrepid guide.

-10° is way too cold!

You put on a down jacket, (with a hood) a scarf, ice cletes and....it's still too cold...like I heard someone say recently, "Mom, you're old and cold".... brutaly true.

My dad asked me one time "Why do you leave those garden gloves out on the line all winter?"

"I can see them from the kitchen window and they remind me of summer."

...and now they remind me of him.

It's been too cold to venture into the night air so I must be satisfied viewing the moon through the window next to the computer. The weekend was consumed by daughters, a granddaughter, a great granddaughter, and every domestic activity under the sun! Mary has started a blanket for the baby boy they are expecting in March, while Barbara cut out a sundress pattern while tending to 9 month old Maria. The dress proved too much for her and she kind of gave up and picked up a knit project she had started earlier in the week...I have no doubt the dress will be done before summer. With all this going on J. decided to paint the front room...we've had the paint for several weeks, but he's been out in his den right after breakfast and by the time he gets home the last thing he wants to do is paint....and of course "I don't paint."

warm n fuzzy