On the Feast of Stephen

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
As the snow lay “round about
Deep and crisp and even

Unlike the scene Wenceslas saw, our snow is melting slowly. Bob Jr. is now not much more than a puddle. We do still have enough ice on the road that we have to use 4WD to drive up to the house. We know because we had to leave briefly today to drive Gary down to his car which was parked at the community center. Besides hugging Gary goodbye, we spent this salubrious Saturday enjoying Christmas gifts, feeding the fire in the wood stove, watching Christmas movies together, and even creating a new dessert- mini marshmallows topped with homemade chocolate sauce – to tide us over until the blueberry pie cooled enough to eat.