I'm not going to lie to you. This is my least favorite time of year, weather-wise. The sky is gray. The air is cold. The trees are bare. The ground is hard.
November in Alaska serves to remind you that beauty is where you find it . . .
in the sunrise behind the mountains,
in the crunchy footprints across a deck,
in the icy cloud of a horse's breath,
and, most definitely, in the smiles of apple-cheeked children!
Dinner last night: manicotti, garlic bread, green salad