Slow and Simple Is the Way We Begin the Year

Our New Year in our small mountain town has begun with snow. It was inevitable. It is the west, it is winter, and we are in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Sunday, the Chef and I were sitting outside with our dog, Butch, at one of the local caf├ęs. This morning, we took Butch on a quick jaunt into our backyard park and went back home because the temperature