Yes, it’s finally feeling like winter here in southwest New Hampshire even if it’s not exactly looking the part. On Tuesday, there was enough of a dusting of snow–about an inch–to give the landscape a refreshingly frosted appearance…but by now, most of that dusting has either blown or melted away, a victim of cold but clear days.

There’s no snow in the near-foreseeable forecast, but we are expecting dangerously cold wind chills tonight, so it’s fortunate that I recently received a flame-red scarf knitted by the multiply-talented Adrienne. Even though my Muse is still in hibernation, the rest of me is out and about, so it’s good that I dress accordingly.