I had an eminently satisfying day yesterday. It began with a visit to the Carle Museum to see the show of Jules Feiffer's children's book illustrations Then Marianne and I jaunted up to Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts, to ogle the glacial potholes. A few of which are shown below.
Which (along with many other such features) exist directly below the falls:
You've noticed the snow. I came from Philadelphia which is cold but snow-free, so tromping about a small town where many of the sidewalks are covered with snow that's been trodden down to ice was like making a trip to visit winter.
After a late lunch at the Foxtown Diner, we hit the road again, traveling by small back roads and stopping in the occasional bookstore. Dinner at seafood restaurant, where I had Rhode Island clam chowder for the first time, and back to the hotel to veg out with our new used books.
So I did not one virtuous thing all day. It was great.
Above, top: "The Red Elephant" by Mo Willems, in front of the Carle.