Winter always brings to mind Robert Frost poems.
"The only other sound's the sweep of gentle wind and downy flake..."
(and Herbs saying "hello" beside our hawthorn tree).
- from Stopping by Woods on Snowy Evening
Herbs making a snow angel
"A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down."
- from A Late Walk
Clarice and Alex
He's loving it.
Wishing you a warm fire, a cup of hot tea, and a great book on a snowy night.