I missed the annual "find the perfect tree" party in Northfield. I missed the nog. I missed the knob. I missed all of you, so much. We got stuck in the snow in Wisconsin...in my Aunt Brenda's driveway. Now we are home, and we've found our little spot covered in a layer of ice. The ice is so thick atop the snow that you can walk across it without sinking in. All of the trees have a layer of ice on their south sides. This is the just the right kind of first storm. The kind that reminds you exactly what lies ahead for the next 4 months. Because, lets face it. We live in Minnesota, USA. This is how winter is supposed to be.
This is also the perfect preface to a Christmas tree party. And since we missed out yet again, I'll proabably just go to the co-op to get a tree that was grown at Oneota Slopes Farm. Delip would prefer to go to the farm on Austin where he and his dad planted hundreds of trees when he was 10 years old. I don't think he realizes that we wouldn't be able to fit any of those trees through our front door.
As for the rest of our night...I just finished baking a pan of bars to take to a potluck for the new University. Because thats what you do 'round here. And in honor of the beautiful women in my life, my line tonight will be "How 'bout a bar?"
