Unless I missed it, today is the first frost in the Fraser Valley. If we are going to make quince wine, we better get on it I guess.
I woke up with a cold. Might not turn into much, but considering both little ones are sick yet again (these are the two that up until this year had maybe only had less than a handful of colds since birth – starting preschool sure changes things) I guess it was sort of inevitible.
It’s a beautiful morning though. Glittery, sunny, the moutains a deep periwinkle amongst pink sky. If it wasn’t for the ridiculous crime rate, I’d be so content to live here. (come on criminals, can’t you just learn to love a little? sheesh!)
