a day that began dawned at 12 degrees here in the hollow. our woolen blankets did not want to be shed. sasha and i eyed each other groggily, really, boiling off today?
but the amber glow of our own sweet syrup makes up for many a frozen digits. good fun was had by all. now, the sun is setting, we can cozy up again knowing our waffles will be rightfully adorned in the morning!