Walking in a Winter Wonderland

          Yesterday I thought I was having my coffee and brioche roll next door to the house where the three little pigs live.  The wind was huffing and puffing like a runaway locomotive.  This morning...not a sound as I walked out my back door to see the world blanketed in a falling snow.
          The two block walk from my studio on Cross Street to Evergrain on High Street is, for me, one of those simple joys in life...snow underfoot and all around knowing that a great cup of coffee, a small baguette (this morning), familiar faces, and good conversation are waiting for me...talk about priceless!
          Thanks to Matilda Wessel for the photo of your humble blogger.  That sled behind me looks tempting...maybe I should call in sick...Now if I could only find a hill.