Pax and I decided to give our last respects to Winter today as we took our walks; savoring squeaky snow, slippery slopes, noses pinched by cold, steaming breath, numb fingers, and, painful paws? In all likelihood we will not have the opportunity to experience these delights for the next nine or ten months, and we are certain to miss them, so best to pay attention now. Tomorrow we break out of the ice cube.

Our end of the block souper tonight, here, with mushroom-vegetable-grilled-steak soup prepared by me, along with Sue's cornbread, followed by Sue's cherry pie.