More Winter

Outside our back door the morning after the last snow storm.

Boats in downtown Bristol

Icy Rocks on Bristol Harbor

The Harbor is beginning to freeze!

Woods in Colt Park



Colt Park



Colt Park

Cold Seagulls

Snowy Gate

Ice Art We Made

Our Snow Girl, Holding a Muffin

Her Name is Stella

Lost in Horse Land

Playing with blocks

Bear Bum

A Barn For Her Horses

Reading Madeline to Violet

There is so much snow here that they are filling trucks with it and carting it off (I don't know where) and trash day was pretty funny - nowhere to put the garbage so it sat atop heaps of snow or right in the already too narrow from snow streets.

We have been enjoying the beauty of it, and trying to be o.k. with being trapped in the house with colds and coughs. There has been a lot of quiet play on the floor, and lots of books being read. I might add that this week I had the sheer brilliance to declare that there would be no movies, D.V.D.'s, or Netflix for Pen for an entire week (the ban will be lifted on Monday) because of some very bad behavior. I will admit I have almost regretted that decision as everyone became sick and thought how nice it would be to all just snuggle on the couch and watch a movie together as the snow piles up. It was only almost a regret though because it is really so nice to not have to hear "can I watch a movie?" all day long, and then hear the whines and protests when I say no. And with the heavy knowledge that there's not a snowball's chance in hell that she will get a movie until Monday she has been quite good at finding other ways to occupy herself.

There has also been a lot of tea drinking, echinacea, horehound, elder flower, linden flower, thyme, and chamomile infusions and tinctures, and compresses for the one to little to ingest the herbs. And good home cooked meals made with  hefty amounts of garlic.

There has also been much napping, and with none of us keeping a schedule anymore we have fallen into a better, I think, pattern of sleeping a little later in the morning, napping in the afternoon, and going to bed just a little bit later at night. I am trying so hard to enjoy the moment, but if the truth be known, no one will be more glad to see the spring than me. When does that groundhog come out to tell us how much more there is to endure anyway?