Monday, November 28, 2011

autumn frock

 Thanksgiving Day was different this year.

Only five gathered around my table.  Menu and food preparation amounts were substantially  smaller too.


But the day was like a stream of honey being drizzled into a cup of warm tea.



Charlotte wore her frock.

You just have to appreciate bare feet on an autumn's day.







                                                                

once again ...and even more frozen whiteness

  There is a wilder solitude in winter  When every sense is pricked alive and keen.         --May Sarton ("The House in Winter" A ...