Snowlogged

High above our cold, slippery, snowlogged street, there is a heart in our trees.
Squint a bit if you need to.

What a pleasure to run errands in -8C rather than -19C. It felt like summer out there.

It made the crazies crazier and induced more feverish pre-Christmas fever but who cares...there is a heart in our trees.

When a favorite neighbor lady requested the borrowing thereof, I discovered to my horror that I don't own a popover pan. Her horror was far greater than mine, as she had money riding on me owning one. I would say that after living without one all these years of playing house, the chance of me acquiring one now is less than zero. I can always borrow her brand new one should I need it.