Winter's Mantle

A Winter Dawn Above the marge of night a star still shines,  And on the frosty hills the sombre pines  Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low  Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.  Through the pale arch of orient the morn  Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,  A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray  Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day! ~ Lucy Maud Montgomery The house and yard appear in a alabaster mantle of newly fallen snow. I am tucked into a cozy home, fires sparkling merrily and Julia Child's coq au vin simmering in the dutch oven. Rich, comforting smells waft throughout the house. The day will be spent reading Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky (based on the recent film), watching The Young Victoria (and craving an English Spring), and perhaps a game of Scarbble or two! Hoping you are cozy wherever you are!