softening

Clouds move in, so it’s not quite so cold this morning, but it’s also not so bright. I feel a bit dimmer, too. Early Monday morning, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.

I bake bread, two loaves, of wheatberry bread – chewy, substantial.

Jenny makes spinach salad – with frozen blueberries we still have from last summer’s garden

By the end of the day we get more snow than expected, a light powder, maybe a half-inch. It’s easily swept away, but on the old crust of snow it stays, softening.