This is what I was doing last night . . .


Because THIS is what was happening just before dark.


And then, this was the result this morning.

Yah, so last evening, knowing it was snowing, AGAIN, Mister C and I thought relaxing fireside was the way to go.


. . .

We watched the first red blaze appear,

Heard the sharp crackle, caught the gleam

On whitewashed wall and sagging beam,

Until the old, rude-furnished room

Burst, flower-like, into rosy bloom;

While radiant with a mimic flame

Outside the sparkling drift became,

and through the bare-boughed lilac-tree

Our own warm hearth seemed blazing free.”

by John Greenleaf Whittier

Yes, it is winter.