Yesterday, John ran some errands before the snowstorm hit. I sent him to the store to buy some hamburger for dinner and instead he comes home with these gorgeous flowers, a bag full of supplies to make spaghetti sauce from scratch and fresh coffee beans. Does this man have his priorities right or not?
He cooked dinner and it was delicious. The flowers are gracing the kitchen table as we look out at our winter view again.
My garden is covered with snow so Murphy and I don't have to ponder whether we should be in there cleaning it up or not.