Snow, snow, snow and more snow.

Each and every time, 
 beauty and magic are cloaked in this extraordinary blanket of 
silence, solitude and wonder. 

This has been the winter of my childhood memories.

Views from our private road, both coming and going.


 Somewhere in between

Yesterday was a day of rest for me, filled with naps and long hours spent in front of the fire sorting through all the activities, conversations and happenings of the past 2 weeks. 
Today and tomorrow I will catch up on family and domestic chores.
In between I will work on the book. 
The July deadline looms heavy in my future.