Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Felt pretty dang cozy in the house, with all the snow that came down last week. Happened fast, didn’t it. One day we’re walkin’ in the park wearing light jackets and tennis shoes, and a few days later — Boom! Snow everywhere. Though it’s not right to say we’ve had a major snowfall, really, given what those people in New York are dealing with. Six feet of snow. Now that’s a major snowfall.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It was coming from Duluth, one of my favorite places in the world. It’s a city of the wilderness, if you ask me, and all about lake and trees and occasional bears and deer roaming the streets. It’s a fine place to be in any season, and a place Mr. S and I like to visit often when we have some down time. The lake walk is lovely, especially in the evening with all the lights, and there’s good food all ‘round, and there’s Bentleyville, the Christmas village, down there by the water over the holiday season. Hot chocolate and campfires and people singing and mingling and lights strung up and Santa with laughing children, and snow falling over it all.
Listened to the show Saturday, and it was not bad. Had to laugh out loud when Mr. Keillor sang the song about warm scones. Not much in the world, at the right hour, like a warm scone, and being asked whether you’d LIKE your scone warmed, a scone someone else made for you, and yes, please, warm it on up. And a blueberry muffin, too, and a slice of that pie, and one of those puffy pumpkin cookies on which you might spread a bit of cream cheese frosting. Sure thing. Warm ‘em up.