Was a cold one last night. Our little wood stove is just chugging along barely keeping even. Absolute clear sky out there.

I think we have a new Caminohead word in the making. Down South they have “y’all”, short for you all. And I remember President George W. Bush teaching us Yankees the plural of that or “all y’all”. But maybe there is room for “w’all” or we all written out the long way. Well then there would be “all w’all”, right? Look at me wordsmithing along.

(And a rest in peace for W’s Dad, our forty first president.)

Just a thought here while my brain thaws out. Hope all is well in my winter garden after that frosty night. It’s all experimental out there in that little micro environment. But yesterday I did thin one of my 24 foot rows of spinach and after cleaning we had those for a salad last night. Little spinach sprouts, our first harvest in December yet.

So healthy for me to be messing around in the soil out there. It is all a constant reminder of that abundance thing that we have been gnawing on lately. And that has been so heartwarming to me I might add. The Thanksgiving holiday is alive and well and living on for me, for us.

Our friend Jessika will be driving and it is back to the hospital tomorrow for treatment and will have a get together in the evening with Dr Zucker and the nurses. An hour to see Phil’s Camino and a short question and answer for them. Yup, long day but all good, alperfect actually.

Well, that’s all the news fit to print. Johnny B. Good loves, Felipé.x