
They're talking possibly another two feet of snow or, worse, an ice storm. But no matter how wicked the weather, we have our cozy little house and its woodstove to keep us warm.
365/2011
OK--I've added a plural. These are the windows on the side of our little house, edged with an unusual fringe of icicles.

We ate out with friends at a delightful place in Meriden that serve gluten free pizza--it's still such a treat for me! These tasty condiments sat in a rack on the side.
Nothing is more emblematic of winter in New England than a nor'easter. Today's storm depostited the highest snowfall in 24 hours in recorded history at Bradley Field north of Hartford. We got about two feet here in Kensington. After the worst of it was over and the plows had gone through, John and I went for a frigid walk to Paper Goods Pond. The snow was too deep to get near the shore, so I wasn't able to get close enough to capture the swirls of snow blowing over the surface of the pond. It's hard to believe that a few months ago, we were kayaking out there.
A dock on the Connecticut River at Old Saybrook--the light there today was like that on the inside of a shell.