Isn't it true that a pleasant house
makes winter more poetic, and doesn't winter
add to the poetry of a house?
Our first real snowstorm of the season created this poetic impression on the deck. Our guess is that the first fine flakes of snow slipped right through the slatted top of the table leaving the solid spaces to fill in. The same is true of the bench below but the effect is not quite so dramatic.
The view from the table in the library where I like to sit while I write in my garden journal.
The view out the window in the other direction.
Nothing nicer than being home on a snowy day with food, a fire in the fireplace, football and Downton Abbey to keep us cosy and warm.