Ice frosts the landscape.

Snow Clouds

The clouds seem to be merging with the earth. Everything is white.

The new picture above our fireplace...

So lucky to have my daughter.

Been working on a poem about her today. Will post a part of it later.

Snippet of Sylvia and Ted talking about how they met.

Two minutes of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes being interviewed and they talk about how they met and wrote poems to each other. I can imagine the longing and intensity of those poems.

The courtship of poets...

The cold snap is making us all want to curl up with a blanket in front of the fire. The wood is chopped and piled up ready to burn. I have stocked up on food so we can hibernate for a few days. Just sit and watch the flakes drift down.