Dear Liza,
Grandpa Nelson’s walk the other day inspired Auntie Bridgett and me, so we headed out. The sidewalks were mostly clear where she and other neighbors had shoveled, but the curbs and patches of re-frozen water were, as Frau Bloucher says, “Twecherous”.
Still, out we went. Past delicate icicles on Camellia leaves.
Past bubbly-looking tree roots.
And past the driveway that had become a hockey rink.
As we rounded the corner, we saw, just a block down on Belmont, a welcoming bastion of American-style hygge…. Our local coffee house, Stumptown.
Golden turmeric milk warmed the cockles of our hearts as we enjoyed the coziness and watched the Magic Number 15 slosh by.
Stay warm, my love!
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 