There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.
In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other.
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have long, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
~Ruth Stout~
Our first winter here and so, of course, our first Christmas in the grand old house we call our new home. A winter of abundant and glorious hoarfrost and many power outages. Even Christmas morning was postponed till the power returned, after having been off most of the night, and so we started opening the presents much later in the day then children traditionally can handle.
