It Almost Snowed!

Could a picture better illustrate a winter day in North Florida? I think not. Gibson and Maggie were outside, hoping to see some of the snow flurries being reported all over social media and also, via personal sightings by both Rachel and Lauren. Snow! Snow in Florida! Again! 
But look how Maggie's dressed- suitable for snow with mittens and a hooded jacket while Gibson is in shorts and a t-shirt. I'm not sure if they got to see any of the tiny flakes or not but I bet you anything Gibson went back in the house to add more clothing if he spent much more time out there. For us, it is bitterly cold. 

If it feels like 18° at 34°, what's it going to feel like tomorrow morning when it's 19° or 20°? 

I haven't even stepped out of the door today. The compost can begin its decomposition in the kitchen. There is nothing in the garden I want badly enough to go out and pick. Mr. Moon stayed inside today too, mostly doing online shopping for flooring for the downstairs of the cabin and a glass shower door. Also, quite possibly a truck because his has reached the point of not being worth repairing and the man has to have a truck. He is already calling this new one- the one he hasn't bought yet- his last truck. And it won't be a new, new one. Trust me. I'm not sure Glen's ever bought a new vehicle in his life. 
Oh wait! I remember he did once. He sold it almost immediately. 

But now, he's gone to town. There's a basketball game and he offered to take Levon and August but it was decided that only August would go so that he could have some one-on-one time with his Boppy. 
I love that. 
So I'm home alone which is fine. I think I'll make myself some tofu which I haven't done for awhile. I shall once again use the pre-boiling method of preparing it because I think that really does make a nice texture if I press it after it comes out of the water. It may be that I really only want some good dipping sauce with something crunchy to transport said sauce to my mouth and tofu is a fine answer to that. 

I've done very little today. Some laundry because of course I did laundry. And I watered all of my plants in the house. I patched a bit on a pair of corduroy overalls I've been working on for eons now. Before long, the entire garment will be made of patches but that's fine with me. 

It could actually be said that perhaps in my case, visible mending is not the best idea but, oh, whatever. Those patches are strong and they are colorful. My goal has been accomplished. 

While I sewed, I watched an Agatha Christie thing on Netflix, or at least a few episodes of it. "Seven Dials," I think is the name. My biggest take-away from it so far is the verification of my belief that Helena Bonham Carter is one of the most beautiful women in the world. She is older now, of course, 59 years old, but to my eyes, she is every bit as gorgeous as she was and truth be told, her face is even more interesting. I will say that she is a quite youthful 59 year old but not in a way that makes one thinks of fillers and procedures. If she has had work done, it's good work.

Speaking of good work on an entirely different level, the anti-ICE protests across the nation have been astounding today. I watched footage from one in Salt Lake City which looked to be huge and let me just say- Salt Lake is hardly a bastion of left-wing liberals. 
This is all heartening. 

I've been wanting to share this picture of Hank when he was a baby. I remember when it was taken quite vividly. We had just recently moved into the house I spoke of a few days ago, the one without running water and with gaps in the walls and floors. Our friend Chloe took it and gave me this copy. 

In so many ways he looks just the same. My first baby, my precious child. It was winter and cold then too, but he looks pretty happy. He was, in fact, a happy baby and a happy child, too. I love that picture and it lives on the hallway altar. 

That's a picture I took last night of the moon behind the twisted, bare branches of a pecan tree. I love the clouds and also the light from my back porch. We were outside, checking out the new camper Jessie and Vergil had just bought. 

Looks cold, doesn't it? 

It was. But not as cold as it is tonight. 

Be warm. 

Love...Ms. Moon