Saturday, January 19, 2013

White roofs, going nowhere and snow on the path.

1. The rooflines are disappearing into the wool white sky.

2. The moment when you decide that you are not going anywhere in this snow -- such a relief.

3. "That was a lovely path to walk on," says Nick with satisfaction. The snow on our path was pristine because we'd stayed at home this afternoon.

White grapes, gothic novel and predictions.

1. This week's grapes are particularly good -- a little hard so they burst well, and then both sweet and sharp.  2. Before Nick comes up...