I love winter ... from exactly December 21st to January 1st.  After that, after a White Christmas and flurry of festivities and crisply sparkling New Year, I'm whining wishing for warmer weather. Unfortunately, I live in the wrong part of the country for those wishes to come true.  And since I don't currently have means to escape until the spring equinox, my only choice is to embrace the season.  Embrace it, teeth chattering, toes numb, brain dangerously deprived of sunlight, with style.

Winter on the banks of the Beaverkill.  From family archives.

"Use the good china for breakfast."