while visiting the northlands. . .

 I traveled all day and arrived in New York- the predicted low was -3 degrees.

And last night I crawled under a pile of blankets and discovered a hot spot-

 a warm bean bag tucked in the layers. . . it's northern hospitality.

(Like when we offer ice tea on a sweltering Texas day)

This afternoon we hiked up the hill to Lucinda's house for tea; little Florence face planted in the 

hard snow. So Abi carried the wailing girl and I carried the boy who cried for his mother. 

I like how the snow crunches with each step.

expectantly, we wait for baby. . .