We've put the summer dresses away in a box. "It is brrrr", as my girls would say. It even merited a warning call from Dr. Gooch (on his way to work this morning) telling us to dress warmly. We heeded the call and bundled up for our trek to the bus stop. Lucy was tearfully left behind. She refused to change out of her rather skimpy princess garb. We're enjoying it (not Lucy's tears--this wintry weather). And still crossing our fingers and toes--no matter how numb--that we'll be warming ourselves by *that hearth* in *that home* next winter (or maybe this?) You'll be the first to know.