I've been feeling very Little House on the Prairie this weekend.
Yesterday we stayed home, waiting for the snow bomb to drop, which started at about 11am. I had just moved my car from where it was parked quite a few blocks away to a more visible spot across the street, where I could see it get buried. And it has. I moved the horse into the barn.
I did the laundry, sorted clothes in my daughter's room. I chopped the wood and did my chores, Pa.
I baked johnny cake for dinner, served with pears. I started a knitting project after dinner. Let's huddle by the fire until this winter is over.