Just as we learned from Laura Ingalls Wilder, chores must be done before playing can begin. In other words, until we rake the back roof again, scrape snow off cars, and dig out driveways, we will not allow ourselves to SKI. And since we're dying to ski, my morning procrastinations today will be much shorter than usual.
Long-time urbanites relocate to a 270 year old farm in rural New England. Domestic chaos ensues, resulting in "...a year's worth of hilarious observations and amusing anecdotes." - Kirkus Review
