"Not a good day," was H's post-ski text to me as he boarded the bus heading down Little Cottonwood Canyon. Sunday was definitely worse than Saturday: colder, cloudy (which means no passive solar warmth, plus flat light) and windy. H even wore his face mask, to protect himself from the biting wind. He skied a short half day, catching the 12:30 p.m. bus, because it just wasn't that much fun.
Down in the valley, A and M did their Dimple Dell walk and the excitement this time was: spotting an ermine! The little stoat, in his white winter coat, ran out onto the trail, saw us and dashed back into the underbrush. Milton thought this was quite wonderful and after sniffing around, wanted to push further into the bushes after it. I suggested maybe not, since ermines are in the weasel family, which is known for sharp teeth and temperments.
Back at the house, there was more laundry to be folded, vacuuming to be done, and puttering around in the kitchen: making cashew cream (a sour cream substitute), lentil soup, mocha cupcakes and the best focaccia to date!
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