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.