But that's not why I'm using a hockey term.
Our front yard, indeed all the yards, looks like an ice rink, with slick, frozen rain icing the surface of 2 feet of snow. The trees are even starting to get that beautiful crystalline look, as their little branches become encased in ice.
It's a good day for looking outside, from a warm, dry, ice-free inside. And so, we have Legos to play with, soup on the stove, and bread in the machine.
Legos, soup and bread? The holy trinity!
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