It's January.

This is what my town looks like in January.  

 



Do you see the cold pallor?  The icy streets?   I am currently sitting under a blankie, with little half-gloves on to keep my fingers warm.  

I know, I know.  WHY do we live here?   

I think it's 'cause our house is here.  

Here is our pretty red door.  

 


Inside, it's not so bad.  There's food.  

 


And happy people.  

 


And cookies.  

 


We northerners try to hold onto something happy during the cold months.  

Like our little mountain ash tree in...