Here in Central Pennsylvania, the temperature is a brisk 74 degrees on December 4th. The windows are open, we let the fire in the wood stove die out, and the kids are on the sunny porch, drawing Christmas pictures. The irony is not lost on me. I'm very thankful for this brief reprieve...the nasty weather is undoubtedly on its way.
Table is neat. For the next 5 minutes, anyway.