We did brave a walk with Nick around noon; he clearly remembers his Minnesota days, because he was all fired up, racing about the light layer of snow that fell last night. I covered a few plants with old sheets, and then we retreated inside for the rest of the day.
We all hunkered down in the loft, spending the afternoon reading and OK, maybe napping ever so slightly. Nick, who only recently was granted the right to get onto our bed (only with permission and never during the night), quickly realized how incredibly soft my new afghan is. My sister crocheted it for me for Christmas and I absolutely love it! (Thank you, Maggie!)
|Nick, cuddled on my new, gorgeous blanket.|
Then I made some homemade chicken meatballs, served up in a homemade broth laced with lemon and rosemary. All in all, not a bad day.
|OK, I'm no food photographer. But it was delicious.|