I was out with a young Pioneer sister Thursday afternoon. She drove her wagon round to my place and we set off.
Neither of the ladies we wanted to talk to was at home - and it was very cold. But we did have a brief chat with the husband of one of them. It was too cold to keep people standing on the doors.
This has reminded me of those enormous biscuits called Wagon Wheels - an occasional childhood treat. We never got two at once. And rightly so.
The meeting on Thursday was great. There is no other teaching like it.
Jackie comes for supper tomorrow. I plan a curry evening.
Its snowing in the North.