My dear husband, Keith, chatting in front of the stone fireplace.
This was taken out of the sleeping porch window, looking out at the snowfall on pines.
T apparently doesn't much care for his cousin's smelly wet things drying before the fire....
Silly B!
My brother, Tom, chatting away at the table that once belonged to our grandparents; my parents have filled this little cabin with furniture and memorabilia of our family -- part of the reason we all love it so!
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