Yesterday snow was flying . . .
Maggie, Molly, William, and Miss Susie Hutchins enjoyed the fire . . .
Bear wedged herself into my comfy writing chair. . .
In the warmth of the green house, a few of the mushroom logs rewarded John for bringing them in out of the cold. . .
And I spent the day with Miss Birdie -- once I'd rousted Bear.
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