A Winter's Feast

Last night we had breakfast for supper. French toast, with slabs of my homemade bread with Brad's own maple syrup. A side order of Cheryl's breakfast sausage. Accompanied by a sparkling hard cider that we brought back from Quebec last year. It doesn't get much better than this!

Colorless

The monochromatic landscape of winter: gray skies, dirty snow, brown dead trees, leaves, grass. Black and white and brown goats, gray shingled house. Black, white, gray and dirty cars. Where are the colors?

I lust for a two-tone, candy-colored car. I miss the jewell-colored macs. So I had to go buy a pink shirt. Is this why Valentine’s Day is in the middle of February?