As night follows day

So dinner follows breakfast. There may have been snacking inbetween but not of the sort that you would want to video, unless you had very specialised tastes.



It snowed here last night (photos later). Quite heavy and not melting. Rosemary was interested in it, to an extent, the same way she is in anything new, and noticed it, reached out and touched it, and tasted it. But obviously she didn't have a real ooohhhhhh reaction like we did (I woke Tasha in the middle of the night to show her, in case it would all be melted by dawn) because as far as she knows, this is what happens on this day. Everything goes white. She may be disappointed next year.