A surprise package (of the Santa variety) arrived for a certain someone (YOU!) today... HMMMMMM. I WONDER what it IS....
He was concentrating so hard to get that pink froofroo crown on his head just so. With his puckered lips and blank stare, I could practically see smoke. It was the dearest thing. But he got it!
I sorted the bushels of apples. Into applesauce, bruised, and storage piles. Plenty of keepers, which I put in our coolers and them, into the milkhouse. They should last until spring and the best part? They are OUT of the mud room now! Applesauce is next on my to-do.
Wait. He isn't an apple!
And one more thing~ your cellphone once was lost but now it's found. (and properly shamefaced)