
We made our spaghetti, watched movies, went to the museum, visited family, shopped, read poetry, and found treasures in the used bookstore.
And, it snowed!
A light dusting that made everything look pretty, but didn't stop us from gallivanting around town.

The Pasture
by Robert Frost
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'nt be gone long, - You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'nt be gone long. - You come too.
Merci, Mamaw. Merci!
1 comment:
there you are (and the mj bag too!) all of you looking divine as always!
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