It was the kind of evening when everything runs late, you forget the key and have to make an extra trip, and the sun goes to bed long before you still need its warmth and light. Fortunately Harold took everything in giant stride, taking care of business, dinner, an evening stroll, and a very quiet and friendly exchange with some neighbors. 🥰 The cold made the outside inhospitable so we contented ourselves with cookies and story time inside. Today’s story: duck tales! 😆