All around us stretches an expanse of clean whiteness. Long icicles hang from trees and roof-lines. The bird feeder is snowed in and the birds are nowhere in sight.
The tips of the young fruit trees we planted last spring can hardly be seen from the tall snow banks. I hope they are warm in their hibernation and well protected from the harshness of this winter.My back yard
My family and I are warm and comfortable in our hibernation. I cannot tell you the gratitude I feel that our house is full of warmth and light. I worry about people who don’t have that.
In the corner of my bedroom I have created a comfortable reading corner. I brought the old wing-chair up from the basement (we inherited it from Jeff’s grandma over 30 years ago!) and found an ottoman to go with it. I placed them both by the window and on cold afternoons I like nothing better than sitting there with a good book and some hot tea.My reading corner
At the moment I am reading a book I brought from Serbia. It is a biography of Mileva Maric Einstein, the first wife of the famous physicist. It is a beautifully moving and tragic story of two brilliant but fallible people caught in the whirlwinds of the first part of the 20th century. I cannot put it down.
More snow is expected this coming weekend.