Gone Fishing

In which J & O go and sit by the pool
provided they can do such a thing

Poor Marlena must think the world is a cold, cold place the way we keep dragging her out in the snow. I never even got around to telling you about our freezing Nikko sojourn two weeks ago. Clearly we must make amends, so we are off to the beach, where she can feel the sand between her tiny toes and hear palm fronds in the breeze. Back in about a week.