Naps are being taken under profuse numbers of blankets.
A quick walk around the kiln on campus to see if I could photograph the ceramic heads in the snow. Alas, the heads have been spirited off to another home, but the rest of the snowy field was still full of pottery.
My tipsy paperwhites, growing out. Alcohol/dirt on the right, water/dirt on the left. The ones growing in pebbles are catching up now that I've turned them into the sunlight. All smell heavenly.
The ladies heated waterer keeps coming unpluged so it's lots of trips outside to check for not frozen water.
Wool socks, flannel pants--wish I could wear them everywhere.