We went out into the frosty cold, wintry world. The four of us.
On a Sunday afternoon.
There was blue sky and thick frost all mingled together.
The Oldest thought licking ice-covered leaves was good entertainment.
And I wanted to capture the wintry world around us all.
And I paid the price with freezing fingers.
Home again, and how sweet it is after bone-chilling cold!
Nothing fits the bill for belly warming like hot, homemade bread, salad and . . .
made-from-scratch tomato soup steaming in a bowl; melting down the cheese; melting away the cold.
The evening was right for a treasured family tradition:
The Oldest helps cut the white squares. I create the awards. The funnest part is picking the categories.
We all take part. Scissors snip. Bits of white fall to the floor. As they are unfolded exclamations are made . . . some good, some not so good.
We pay tribute to our handy work.
And next morning, as the sun streams in . . .
we have unmeltable reminders of our wintry Sunday.