It's spring (technically) but still feels like winter. Knitting, baby with a cold, preschooler with a fever, the spot in front of the fireplace being claimed as prime real estate by whomever can get there first. Books being read, music being played, chess board in constant use. A very cozy, very home-bound season.
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