A Wild, Windy Gray Morning

7:50

Well, it's 8:15 and the high wind warnings are out so I don't think I will be kayaking. It's sleeting and the wind is howling so both of us a hunkering down with our coffee, watching the flag go crazy. I am hoping to go to yoga. Despite the wind, a bevy of ducks are huddled off the shore, enjoying breakfast. 

King Fisher

Common Merganser

Monday was a surprisingly good day, mostly because we both had a good morning. I was lucky to get in a good, long paddle, down to Whitney Bay and back on a calm lake. On Saturday, because snow was predicted for both days, I went up to the attic and pulled down our skis, poles, and shoes. So after breakfast, we thought we would give Webb's Trail a try, hoping it would be good for cross-country skiing. We were rewarded with five or six inches of snow and an empty trail except for one runner, who passed us coming and going. We were out for close to an hour, skiing a couple of miles, and were lucky the snow was not too wet. It was a winter wonderland of trees and bushes, frosted with snow. We were home by 12:30 and I had the leftover ramen noodles with chicken and mushrooms for lunch. I watched the fourth quarter of the Bills game, to see them score two touchdowns in the fourth quarter for a win.

Webbs Trail

A Happy Evie Joy

Snow Bound

Our afternoons are becoming predictable, lots of leisure, reading, some TV, and a nap. The only blip was we took down our artificial Christmas tree and stored it in the attic for another year. And that was it until 5:00 when we had our usual happy hour and Evie prepped dinner, salmon wellington with garlic, shallots, spinach and some cheese, a new recipe Evie wanted to try. We relaxed until 6:30 when Evie pulled out the salmon and we feasted on it along with a salad. We were excited to finally watch Barbie after all the accolades at the Golden Globes but were bored with it after a half hour. Something must be wrong with us, I guess. We then watched a new Hometown and Drops of God, then some football before going up to bed. 

Super Bowl Sunday

7:37

8:17

An interesting morning, listening to CSPAN discuss Trump's vow to eliminate the Johnson Amendment which most of us, me included, never heard of until recently.  The amendment basically embraces our founders belief in the division between church and state by forbidding churches from bringing politics into the place of worship.  Churches are no place for political rallies.   I strongly agree with this amendment and wonder why Trump, a faux Christian, suddenly wants to do away with it.  Perhaps the influence of Mike Pence, a passionate evangelical Christian conservative. Anyways, that's my mind this morning.  Outside, all I see is the white lake, a number of dots, fishing guys out on he lake, no snowflakes, and 26, 10º higher than yesterday morning. as we begin warming up again.

1:05

Yesterday was a fine winter Saturday on the lake, as we started the morning with our usual relaxing Saturday morning, wondering what to do with our day.  We decided to cross country ski (me) or snow shoe (Evie) Long Point.  So we quickly organized the house and kitchen and I drove off to the Transfer Station, to get rid of our trash.  We parked at the end of Lakeside Drive, put on our skis and shoes, and were off.  It was like skiing in a winter wonderland, the trails snow covered, with puffs of snow on the tree limbs.

Enjoying The Return Of Winter

For once, we ran into a few others skiing or snow shoeing.  And just as we got out of the woods, ten snowmobiles raced by, ruining the quiet and sacredness of the woods.  O, well, at least we were able to enjoy most of our morning.   We decided to cut our hike short and not head out to the tip of Long Point because it was getting too windy.

Leaning Tower

We were home by 1:00, happy with ourselves for getting out.  Lunch was easy, heating up the leftover chicken curry and making a small pot of rice.  I watched the end of another episode of Wallander, then napped, and finally watched Kansas lose a home game to Iowa State, much to my son Tom's dismay I am sure.  Evie, meanwhile, was playing disk jockey on Sonos, listening to one group of songs after another, making up playlists for all occasions.  She was one happy lady.  So we did little all afternoon until around 5:00 when we showered and got ready to drive to our friends, Linda and Ron, for dinner.

Friends

We always look forward to this and Linda did not disappoint.  We had a great beef burgundy on mashed potatoes, salad, and for  dessert, a lemon chiffon pie.  We had a beer before dinner, wine during, and the pie to end of the evening.  We headed home around 9:45, fat and happy after a great night.  I was ready to go upstairs to read but Evie stayed up and watched some TV for an hour, her quiet time.

In his own words: "I will get rid of and totally destroy the Johnson Amendment [banning political endorsements by churches] and allow our representatives of faith to speak freely and without fear of retribution. I will do that -- remember."

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17º And Snow...Winter's Back

Loving  The Return Of Winter

Me, Too

It's 7:30 and both Evie and I are up, listening to Morning Joe, occasionally screaming at the alternative reality of a guest.  I know it's not a healthy way to start our day, that we should be listening to a yoga or meditation station but, like heroin, we are hooked to the 'breaking news' each morning.  I was up at 6:00 and have enjoyed watching the sky become another painting worth photographing.

7:02

7:16

Yesterday was a snowy Sunday morning, the kind we love.  We relaxed, listening to NPR, to Will Short's puzzle, then we decided to forgo our walk around the Chautauqua Institution in favor of cross country skiing on the Rails To Trails.  So, while Evie got ready, I went outside, shoveled our parking area and cleaned off both cars, getting them ready for the week.  It took about a half hour and by the time I was through, Evie was ready.  We packed our skis, poles, and backpack with selfie stick, water, and phone and were off to Mayville.  We skied the same trail as the day before except we headed towards Westfield and not Stockton at the V.  It was a glorious morning, a light snow falling most of the way, hitting our faces, blurring our vision, just the way we like it.  We were out for a good hour, taking our time, enjoying the moment, not worrying about getting to the end or getting back to the car.  We loved it and wished it was like this everyday.

Rails To Trails

Winter Again

We got home around 12:30 and Evie quickly made our Sunday breakfast of bacon, eggs, and bagels.  I made another pot of coffee and we watched CBS Sunday morning, as our Sunday routine rarely changes other than skiing rather than walking around the CI.  The rest of the afternoon was one of leisure, of reading, of watching TV or napping (moi).  Evie was particularly excited about dinner because we were ordering pizza, thus no prepping to do.  We relaxed with a glass of wine around 5:30 and I went over to Bemus Point to pick up a pizza from  Coppola's, our go to spot.  So we had another one of our favorite meals, straight out of youth, pizza, salad and a Pepsi.  We watched the SAG Awards Red carpet until 8:30, when we watch the SAG awards but fast forwarded through the commercials.  Once we got caught up with the awards, we switched to a disappointing Homeland.  As I mentioned last week, not enough plot, too much agonizing over Quinn's rehabilitation.  We get it...what's the plot, what's going on.  Finally, by the end, we are starting to see where this season is going.  By 10:30, bed sounded better than watching the SAG awards, too similar to the Golden Globes, so we went up to bed, happy to wait till this morning to find out who won best Director.

A Blanket Of Snow

Photoshopped Cross Country Skier

I woke at 6:00, thinking it was perhaps 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning.  So I got up, made coffee and searched for something to listen to on Sonos.  I settled on a radio show called The Avid Reader which discussed their top books of the year.  I found myself listening to it rather than reading anything on the Internet, confirming what I always told my students: you cannot do two things at once...you either listen or read.  This morning I find it difficult to keep my vow to avoid politics on my blog but after the past week, especially after yesterday, I have to bite my tongue.

7:48

So other than the breaking news all day long, Saturday was normal for us.  No yoga or working out on the weekend, a long coffee and leisurely morning until I got enough energy to get the trash together, cleaned off the snow from my car, and drove to the Transfer Station, not very busy this time of the year.  We both wanted to cross country ski but were unsure of the conditions.  We worried that the trails might be wet underneath the snow, and our skis would ice up, making it impossible to ski. We decided to chance it and drove to the Rails To Trails path in Mayville.  We assumed that snowmobiles would be banned until the trails were groomed and we were right, the trail was untouched by skiers or snowmobiles.  We strapped on our skis and skied off into the open fields of the trail.  We skied this trail last week so we knew it was straight and flat.  We did take a right towards Stockton this time, however, and had some difficulty finding our way because there was no snowmobile path to follow.  We skied until we arrived at a house and a street and turned around and headed back.  Unfortunately, I found a wet spot and had to take up my skis and strip off the ice before I could continue.  And then I had difficulty getting my skis on because the bindings had froze as well.  That's why we worry about water beneath the snow.  Once I got my skies on, we headed back, into a bitter wind of course, so that as we skied, I felt like we were on the set of the movie Fargo; cold, bitter winds, and fields of snow as far as the eye could see.  We were happy to get back to the car and happy to have gotten in some cross country skiing despite the weather.  We felt righteous.

We did not get home until 1:30, so it was time for lunch, the vegetable soup Evie had made Friday morning and bagel with tomatoes and Kashkaval cheese.  I watched some basketball but soon got bored and went back to the living room to read and nap.  Evie, however, never able to take a nap and always busy, prepped out dinner, a pot roast with all the fixings, veggies, tomato paste, garlic, and red wine.  It slow cooked in the oven much of the afternoon, filling the house with its rich aroma. What a great way to spend the afternoon, reading, napping or watching TV and breathing in the aroma of dinner cooking.

We had our usual Saturday happy hour, enjoying a cocktail or two, a good cheese and crackers, and endaname, to keep us healthy.  We listened to the news until we could not stand it anymore and the groove on some great tunes.  We did not eat until around 8:00 and dinner was just as good as we hoped.  Nothing like a good pot roast, gravy, veggies and mashed potatoes.  We watched Real Time with Bill Maher, laughed and cried at the absurdity of our world.  We went to bed at our usual time, 11:00, wondering what news we would wake up to.

A Windy, Cold Morning

8:02

7:42

It's 7:30 and I am listening to NPR, a much more balanced and varied start to my morning than MSNBC.  It's not as cold as yesterday, 24º, and a wintry mix is predicted for the rest of the day as we start the climb towards 50º on Thursday.

We woke up with a plan yesterday, unusual for us, to cross country ski at the Audubon Community Nature Center.  We were in no hurry and decided to head there late morning.  So we (Evie) got some things done in the morning, mostly wash and organizing and cleaning up the kitchen.  We drove to the Audubon, a 45 minute drive through Busti.  There were a number of cars in the Audubon's parking lot, a good sign.  We were not sure which trail to take, which way to go, so we started on the yellow, in a counter clock wise direction, the opposite of our usual way.

First Skiing Of 2017

After 15 minutes, we decided to change trails because our skis were sliding, so we jumped on the orange, which eventually took us to the yellow, again, a short cut, and we headed home though a woods of pine trees, which we both love. We were out for more than an hour, following groomed trails at times, bushwhacking a bit at others. This was Evie's first time on skis this year and she did great, loved her new skis and wants to go more often.  We met only two other couples as we skied.

Midway, we stopped to experiment with a selfie stick, which Evie had ordered from Amazon earlier in the week.  As you can see from the photos below, we were not quite adept at using it but eventually we were able to take a decent photo.  Get ready for more selfies on the blog, folks, as Evie's bound to go selfie crazy for a bit.

Not Quite!

Better

We did not get home from skiing until 1:30, and I quickly had lunch, veggie soup and a cheese sandwich made with our homemade black bread.  Yum.  I watched another episode of CASE and then fell asleep, tired from our morning cross country skiing.  I woke around 2:30 and spent a good part of the afternoon reading Springsteen's BORN TO RUN.

Dinner was easy for Evie, just grab some of the meatballs she froze the day before, plop them in a pasta sauce, make a salad and viola, dinner was ready.  We were able, then, to relax with a glass of wine as the day waned, the fishing guys slowly walking back to shore.  We were both hot for spaghetti and meatballs, so we devoured our dinner.

And we finally found our kind of movie, CAPTAIN FANTASTIC, no gratuitous violence or sex, no infantile or stupid humor, just a good story, a funnny and original script, and for once, a group of child actors we both loved.  Briefly, a family tries to live off the grid, hippie like to the extreme, until the mother dies.  Her death forces them to confront the modern world and its conveniences.  The film is much more than that, and we really enjoyed it.  After the film, I watched about 10 minutes of the 'big football' and missed the exciting ending obviously.  I will watch the replay today.  I went up to bed, happy to get back to Bruce.  His life is about to change as he spends six months writing his break through song, BORN TO RUN.

Fire On Lakeside Drive

I forgot to mention around 9:00 we noticed lots of flashing red lights over  on the Bemus shoreline and found out this morning a house on Lakeside Drive caught fire.  If you are familiar with the area, it's a long, narrow one story white house, a ranch with pagoda-like touches.  It sounds like the residents called the fire department and much of the house was saved.

Le Petit Melt (Allegany State Park)

7:48

7:49

Well, it's warming up, alas, turning the beauty of winter into something that resembles the drizzle and mud of Spring.  Gray, almost blue skies, and a sad 39º out, the cause of the thaw.  A wintry mix is predicted, meaning rain and some snow, not the kind of weather for hiking or skiing.  So, it looks like yoga and working out at the YMCA for the two of us today.  Surprisingly, there are a few fishermen out on the lake, which has lost it's whiteness, is now a slick, wet gray.  The only plus of the melt...it's getting cold again tomorrow, perhaps refreezing the lake, making it good for ice skating.

Yesterday began with Evie getting up late, around 8:30, just in time to pick out the photos and edit the blog before I drove off to Eight Limbs Yoga.  It was surprisingly warm, not that bitter 10º morning air that I have been used to.  Lots of ladies in class and I was the only guy for the first time this month.  After class, one of the ladies asked me if THE LIFE CHANGING MAGIC OF TIDYING UP, a book I had mentioned in class last winter, had really changed my life.  I had to say no but perhaps it had changed my wife's and my grandchildrens' lives because Evie had helped them to rearranged and tidy up their rooms.  I think she was disappointed, hoping it had changed my life.  I guess I am too lazy to fold my boxers and tee shirts properly.

When I returned home, Evie was still sitting on the couch, having spent most of the morning on the phone talking with our daughter Jill and my sister Ellen, about the snowfall that had basically blockaded the Washington and Northern Virginia areas.  Neither family could get out of their driveways and the streets in Herndon were still not plowed (even as of last night) because the two and a half feet of snow.  It made me wonder what would happen with our private road if we ever got a storm like that.  We could be locked in for a week or more.  Better stock up on chips and dip and beer.

We had an idea yesterday of joining a snowshoeing group on a moonlit hike,  led by a naturalist from the Allegany State Park.  So, before lunch, I called and got all the information, so we decided to participate. We then had lunch, read some, then starting getting ready for our excursion.  Because the group was leaving at 4:30 to start the trek, we had to leave here around 3:15 because it was close to an hour drive to the park, to the Summit's warming hut.  When we arrived, we were surprised by the number of cars and lots of people.  All told we had a group of twenty, plus two naturalists. Everyone was very friendly, introduced themselves, and made us feel welcome.  Most of the group were either from Bradford, PA or the Ellicottvile area and seemed to know each other or had been on the hike the week before.

Ready To Snowshoe

Most of the trails do not allow snowshoeing because they are for cross country skiers, so the naturalists had put together a new trail, following what they said was an old horse trail, called Bear Paw.  It was a two and a half mile loop, with various stations where we would stop to look at something, a tree, or bush, whatever, and the naturalist would talk about it.

Listening To Our Naturalist

It was a fairly easy hike, nothing too hard although a couple of people did slip and fall.  We walked out in the dimming sunlight and home in utter darkness, illuminated only by the headlamps of a number of the hikers.

Hikers From Texas And Pennsylvania

Hiking Out As Sunsets

Hiking Back In Darkness

It was really a great hike, the walk out, the sun setting illuminating the sky off to the West, then the hike home in dark, spooky and yet welcoming, as the stars started to appear.  When we got back to the lodge, the group from Bradford had brought a cooler with food and drinks, so they stayed on to enjoy the end of the walk.

View From Stone Tower

We decided to head to the Horseshoe Inn, our new favorite restaurant/bar in the area but to our great and I emphasize great, disappointment, it was closed for some reason.  So, we had to head home, hungry and thirsty, and a bit put out since I had checked their website and they were supposedly open for business.

We got home around 8:30, and Evie quickly made a salad, heated up some pumpkin rolls and  got out the soup so we had a quick, easy but good dinner.  We watched the new series, BILLIONS, a bit disappointing this week but we will stick with it.  We then watched Bernie Sanders answer questions from the audience and both of us were impressed with him.  He's definitely a good man, with a great heart, and would dramatically change things if elected President, moving us closer to a European style of government, where many of the needs of the people, like health care and retirement are taken care of by government.  I don't think it will fly here in the capitalistic, individualistic world of the United States.

Ten Inches Of Snow Overnight And Still Falling

Good Morning, Squirrel

8:00

I was up about 7:15, sleeping in for me, 16º out and a heavy snow covered house, yard and car.  As predicted it snowed most of the night and the roofs around Woodlawn have about as much snow on them as I have ever seen.  We may get another two or three inches this morning, then it will ebb and temperatures will start to drop.  It looks like a snowshoeing day as it may be too deep for cross country skiing.

After coffee, NPR and granola and yogurt, Evie started organizing for the cabbage roll stuffing, boiling the heads of cabbage, taking apart the leaves and mixing the ground pork/beef with rice.  When ready, she gave me the look, and I  got up off my couch and together, in 15 or twenty minutes, we made over forty cabbage rolls, covering them with sauerkraut and tomato sauce, baking them for an hour and a half and freezing a couple of batches for President's Weekend, saving a few for dinner.

A Sunday For Cross Country Skiing

We were not sure what to do afterwards, whether to cross country ski or snow shoe.  Such problems.  So we decided to see what the lake was like, whether the snow was dry enough to ski.  So we ventured out around 10:45, a light, wet snow falling and to our surprise the lake was fine.  When we were unable to find snow mobile tracks, it was tough going as the snow was six to eight inches deep.  But when we were able to follow some tracks, it was easy going, push and slide, push and slide.  Evie loved being out there, so we went as far as Wells Bay or Sandy Bottom, then headed back to Woodlawn.  We ran into the Kidders, a couple who also spend their winters on the lake, and their grandchildren were up from Buffalo.  By the time we returned, we were both exhausted as cross country skiing is not 'down hill,' but a constant effort to move forward, especially on the lake.  Still, we felt fortunate to be out on the lake, enjoying the morning.

When we got home,  I started the bacon as Evie was on the phone talking with Beth.  It looks like their entire family will be here for President's Day week, though Mitch and Ramiro will be visiting colleges for part of that time.  And Jill and her family also hope to come for President's Weekend, thus the cabbage rolls. We are excited and Evie's already planning menus and activities.  We had our breakfast, with espresso this time, and watched CBS Sunday morning.  Things do not change.

The rest of the afternoon was spent waiting for the Super Bowl to start though Evie found her mojo and put together an apple pie, with and cinnamon and oats topping, perfect for half time of the game. I finished David Nicholls US yesterday and as I mentioned I think, I am really enjoying Ian McEwan's The Children Act.

Dusk---No Super Bowl For These Guys

Late afternoon, we were tempted to go out skiing again but common sense took over and we stayed in and Evie put together an appetizer, Doritos's with cheese, salsa, jalapenos and sour cream, perfect for the start of the game, with a beer.  At half time, we had the cabbage rolls with mashed potatoes, then apple pie and ice cream during the second half.  The game was amazing, a series of ups and downs, as first the Patriots dominated, then the Seahawks. Then, the Patriots came back from a ten point deficit to lead, then the Hawks were on the one yard line, poised to win the game, until 'the call that will be remembered,' and a rookie intercepts the pass, clinching the game for New England.  As I said before, both teams should have won and both deserved to lose.

It was a fun, full Sunday and the Super Bowl was better than expected.  Few if any of the commercials grabbed us though, like many others, we really disliked the Nationwide Ad.  And half time was strangely dull and the the productions were the highlight until Katy Perry finally sang Fireworks and was hoisted into the sky.  Only then did I  think,  yep, only in America.

Another Winter Weekend Begins

Loving the Winter Weather

The Spectacular Now Of Winter

Photograph of Long Point by Evie Joy or Ansel Adams?

Saturday Morning at 7:40

It's just 7:10 and I have been up for almost an hour.  Dawn is approaching and the lake, the gray sky are visible, no hint of a sunrise yet, just a vast wasteland of snow and ice.  It looks like it could be a nice day though it's 9º at the moment, getting into the twenties with some sun later in the day.

Lovely Dark and Deep

Snow Shoeing Victoria

Yoga was cancelled yesterday so we hung out, drinking coffee, enjoying being inside on a very cold morning.  At 9:00, I did  bake another loaf of artisan bread, a healthy loaf, with oats, quinoa, and flax seed. I am getting the process down finally so we both really enjoy its texture, especially the crust. It's best toasted, and we love it with sandwiches. Around 11:00, after having had a relaxing morning, chasing squirrels off the feeder, and baking bread, we put on our snow shoes, to walk the woods of Woodlawn/Victoria in a mini blizzard, just the way we like it.  It was a walk in a winter wonderland as we spent a could part of our snow shoeing taking picture so the woods, tree limbs frosted with heavy layers of snow.  It was like walking in winter museum, every where you looked was a painting more spectacular than the last.  And we saw and heard birds for the first time in awhile, especially woodpeckers, four or five of them, knocking on the trees, creating a pecking rhythm.  We paused to try to get photos but they always flew away before we could catch them.  So we had to satisfy ourselves with just the beauty of each moment in the woods.  It was tough going, at least a foot of snow, so as the lead, it was exhausting make the tracks, much easier, however, retracing our route. We were out for about an hour, not getting cold, though the temperatures were in the teens.  What a grand way to spend a morning.  You can see why we love the winter here at the lake

Frosted Pine Boughs

Santa Claus?

Blue Skies, Frosted Bent Trunks

After snow shoeing, we had homemade vegetable soup and a bagel and watched, what else, Jon Stewart and The Nightly Show.  This is the second week of The Nightly Show and its becoming a regular feature in our schedule, just like Stephen Colbert.  We highly recommend it, with its emphasis on 'keeping it 100', which means telling the truth, no hedging your bets.  It's lot of fun.

Red Squirrel Hell

Red Squirrel Confused

We did little the rest of the afternoon until 4:00. The sun came out, the skies were blue, so we found our mojo and went out again, this time cross country skiing.  It was cold, however, with a fierce breeze on the lake, so we stayed in Woodlawn, skiing on the roads, the yards, for about thirty minutes.  My fingers were frozen by the time I got in, so I ran them under cold water, which relieved somewhat the pain.  I think my mittens were still wet from the morning, thus the frozen fingers.  Evie had not trouble and is loving her new skis and boots and gloves....winter woman!

Cross Country Skiing Woodlawn

We were still pumped from our day of snow shoeing and skiing, so we got out the cheese, made a couple of manhattans, and had a long pre prandial cocktail hour, listening first to POTUS, then to Alt Nation, our favorite music station.  We love watching the lake turn black, then watch the lights of snowmobiles coming out of nowhere, towards our house, then hang a right, and race up the lake.

For dinner, we had leftovers, some soup, bread, and veggies,  and we were happy enough as we watched the last episode of one of our favorite series, Parenthood.  Unfortunately, it was sappy, not what we wanted, a paean to family, and they lose Zeke, the patriarch at the end.  And I dislike intensely scenes where the family happily play a game of either baseball or touch football, excited and joyous.  I have never had fun at a family football or baseball game, sorry. Usually, Dad ends up running over one of the kids or someone screams or cries, running off the field in a pique.  It's only fun and exciting in the movies or on TV. Our favorite ending remains the end of The Killing and our all time, the last two minutes of the movie Cinema Paradiso.  It always brings both Evie and me to tears.

I am including a poem I really enjoyed from yesterday's Writers's Almanac; you may have to be somewhere around my age for it to make most sense.  Enjoy!

From Our House to Your House

by Jack Ridl

It is 1959. It is the cusp of the coming revolution.
We still like Ike. We are still afraid of Sputnik.
We read Life magazine and Sports Illustrated
where the athletes grow up shooting hoops
in the driveway, playing catch in the backyard.
We sit on our sectional sofa. My mother loves
Danish modern. Our pants have cuffs. Our hair
is short. We are smiling and we mean it. I am
a guard. My father is my coach. I am sitting
next to him on the bench. I am ready to go in.
My sister will cheer. My mother will make
the pre-game meal from The Joy of Cooking.
Buster is a good dog. We are all at an angle.
We are a family at an angle. Our clothes are
pressed. We look into the eye of the camera.
“Look ‘em in the eye,” my father teaches us.
All we see ahead are wins, good grades,
Christmas. We believe in being happy. We
believe in mowing the lawn, a two-car garage,
a freezer, and what the teacher says. There is
nothing on the wall. We are facing away
from the wall. The jungle is far from home.
Hoses are for cleaning the car, watering
the gardens. My sister walks to school. My
father and I lean into the camera. My mother
and sister sit up straight. Ike has kept us
safe. In the spring, we will have a new car,
a Plymouth Fury with whitewalls and a vinyl top.

“From Our House to Your House” by