Monday, February 02, 2009

Ice feathers, drop scones and Larkrise.

1. Dry snow flakes chase each other in the eddying east wind.

2. Warm drop scones pile up under a napkin.

3. We are curled up on the sofa -- Larkrise is our one weakness.
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