Ordinarily I love winter and I love snow but this year I am over it. We've had several days of something that looks like snow but isn't. It's no fun and I can't stand being cooped up. I was feeling so sorry for myself the other day that I went and bought myself a present.
Two presents actually. I bought a collection of the The Little House books and ....
....and a single copy of The Long Winter because it wasn't included and it's my favorite.
The illustrations threw me for a loop though. They are in color.
This is how I am used to seeing them but I adjusted just fine and read through half the first book the day they arrived.
I already owned several of the books from when the kids were little but they are so tattered and torn that the pages are falling out. Nothing puts an end to a pity party faster than taking a trip back in time to when folks had it really rough. Sure, we have a pandemic raging out there and the weather is miserable but at least we don't have to take a gun to fetch water from the creek every morning while looking up in the trees for panthers.