Winter

This is what we've woken up to the last two days.  You would think we would miss the sun and warmth of last year.  I hear they have beach weather now.  But the children are ecstatic.

Young A thinks there is nothing better than tromping through large "mountains" of snow.  Miss E asks each morning for a long-sleeved shirt and long-sleeved pants.  I enjoy the clean beauty of living in a Christmas card, as my mother says.

But the poor Professor.  He's the one who gets to shovel, and shovel, and shovel.