It was weirdly warm again last weekend. The door was open and dog sitting on the porch, barking at nervous people and small dogs. We waltzed around without our shoes or soxes on. Like foxes we were.
Sunday had a crockpot full of steel cut oatmeal, all-night cooked. And people over. And two kids - Elsa and Sula. The increasingly rare Lucy made an appearance and T drug her bags of clothes out of the basement and we all got some good stuff.
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