Here and There



20131210-090741.jpg     We’re having our first proper snow of the season here in New York. I was extremely tempted to call my boss (who is traveling) to ask if I could work from home today, but some of the work I have to do requires my presence in the store. Ah well! I took a few snapshots on my iPhone on the way in. If the storm drops the amount of snow that they are forecasting I will insert a few more pictures later in the day. This foolish girl didn’t bring her lunch today, so that should be an adventure!  I will just keep myself going with thoughts of a snuggly cat, some fuscia knitting and fleece jammie pants awaiting for me at home. -Marie

Snow kissed

Snow kissed

Up in the woods I’m splitting my time between toasting my toes by the fire and a marathon baking session as I watch the snow fall gently down. It seems as though we further north will be spared from the brunt on the snow accumulation this time. I love being outside, bundled up as the snow comes down, it’s so peaceful and quiet. Sometimes I think that if I listen hard enough I can almost hear the snow land. It’s deliciously dark  and fresh outside but inside is a glow with Christmas lights and comforting aromas. F

Postcards from Amherst

I went on a weekend jaunt and had a visit with my good friend and old roommate Gwen in Massachusetts.  This post is a bit heavy on the pictures, I hope you don’t mind.

We walked throught the Amethyst Brook conservation area which is home to part of the Robert Frost Trail, drove through historic Deerfiled, hiked up a great hill and saw the Peace Pagoda and temple. We visited her local organic co-op farm and Muffins, where they seriously have THE BEST MUFFINS. EVER.  I’m not even kidding.

We walked through Amherst itself and saw Emily Dickinson’s house, and grave. Of course we ended the trip by hiking some more around a beautiful lake.  Fall in New England is something you can’t really explain in words and pictures. You get can a fleeting impression, kind of like when you feel moments of November sun on your back.  A bit of warmth in the chill air, but nothing really like the sun feels in, say, July.  But I present you with these few words, and images hoping that you feel a tenth of the beauty that I saw.

I had a great time with Gwen and her little black pug, Muscles (whom I affectionatly call Monkey).  Gwen was a terrific roommate and I’m so happy that we remain friends. Its a tricky thing to accomplish, remaining friends, with time and distance between you. I took so many great pictures that I may end up posting postcards from Amherst Part II.  I hope you’re OK with that. I’ll make it up to you with a knitting pattern.