Hey, it IS finally winter. We've had some insignificant frost; the kind that is gone before you see your breath. This morning, though, there is a thin, fragile dusting of unfallen snow. This is our fire pit with a half- burned log from an epic outside clean-up/play session where we kept a tiny bonfire going all morning. The berries alighted upon the log in the night, the remains of what the ash has to offer. No pun intended. So, welcome winter! I'm bundling up with Finn and hoofing it up to beacon hill for preschool--Jack Frost won't stop us!