Snow days don’t mean quite as much when you’re an adult (if that’s what I really have to be!). I couldn’t fully enjoy my snow day because I knew I would regret missing the long weekend in March (I’ll be spending the next few months with the Russians–Solzenitsyn and Tolstoy–and 70 odd juniors and seniors).
But this picture is too cute. It’s one of the best things about living in Boston really. Yes. I live in the city that served as the setting of Make Way for Ducklings. Forget about all that history. Children’s literature is where it’s at.