Sun in Vermont’s December? Sunday morning, we discovered perfect snowflakes scattered over the icy ground.
This final month of the year always seems more shut in, filled with post-holiday and pre-holiday and holiday, with snow piling (although more ice than snow here yet), with a warm house and knitting and those sleeping cats. What’s homier than curls of sleeping cats?
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.
2 thoughts on “And So Begins… December”
That looks like Barr Hill to me. Is it? Love those subtle ‘washed-pale blue’ colors~
Indeed, it is!