I stood at the window this morning, contemplating a solo morning ski through the woods. The boys were still asleep and Mike was quietly moving about the yard, doing the morning chores.
As I watched the February winds swirl last night's snow across the corn field, I pulled my blanket tight around my shoulders and decided against it.
There'll be time enough for skiing next week, when the weather is a little better. For now, I'm content to just hang around in the house, listen to the crackle of the fire, bake with my boys, and knitting. You just can't go wrong with cookies and knitting.