red boots

gray, snowy day. so i headed, treaded out in my red christmas boots.

the usually morning happy squirrels were nowhere to be seen until about brunchtime.

i too would have stayed snuggled up in my fluffy hollow if there weren't people 

needing to get where they were going before sunrise.  i'm a little hesitant to say goodbye to january. it has a slow down after the rush and enjoy the calm before we head off again kind of character.  i made 

a creamy, warming soup with heavy, grainy bread for dinner.

home sweet home.

before signing off for the day, i'd like to leave you with 

a fascinating look at paris in the early 1900's. 

thanks for sending this on to me, nicole.