I came home just as another storm began to blow it: more cold, more snow - and I didn't take yet another picture of whiteness. I took a picture of the anecdote - actually it was a thimble glass of sherry from a bottle that I took out of the back of the cupboard - it has originally been bought for a recipe and I had forgotten all about it. This was the evening for it.
Now here's my snow hint. If when the snow begins it comes down in large fluffy flakes, it won't amount to much and will be both beautiful and gentle, perhaps even fun. But if it starts sifting down a fine powder - that will accumulate and a storm is developing - so seek shelter, heat and comfort food and perhaps a little love. I made a tuna casserole and tucked in.
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