St. Valentine's Day Presents

A box arrived in the mail today, containing treasures for the cold, dark north.  John, as usual, was as excited about opening the box as he was about the contents.  He also got a piano a little while back, and while Rachmaninoff is still a few years off, the enthusiasm is there.

                              

OK, so less piano and more hat.

Taking arms against a pea of troubles

John, eating in his own inimitable style.  The fare is peas and beef.



The bibs are wonderful, Mom Ladew  - no green on the rug.