A few days ago, I sent the two photos below (both taken from the windows of my home in the Hudson Valley) to friends and colleagues in the sunny southland. I wished to assure them that although this would be the third snow storm in four weeks, I was well: the wood was in, the beans were cooked, the classic movies were queued and I was looking forward to that special quiet and peace only snow days can bring.


 The number and range of responses was amazing. From "Oh, how wonderful, I wish I could be there!" to "Better you than me!" to "If God wanted us to live in snow he would have put ski slopes in the garden of Eden." (The last is a bit of poetic license on my part, but that was the general drift.)

So, what feelings do images of snow stir up in you? As the winter solstice approaches, I'd love to hear and share what this mysterious season means to you.

Cordially,
Jane