Although I tend to complain about winter doldrums, I must admit that there is a peace, a calmness after a good snow. It’s as if all has breathed deeply and is resting.
This is the view from my Little Black Desk . . .
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
-Emily Bronte
