This time last year, this house was basically a hollowed out shell. Thankfully, we're much more snug this winter.
The sculpture garden that we inherited stands out from the snow and makes me smile.
The chickens are snug in their coop. The fruit vines and greenhouse are dormant for the season.
The snow is still falling, and I won't be going anywhere for a bit (certainly not in my Mini Cooper). So I think I'll just settle down with a cup of soup and a good book, and let the snow come on.
A good way to end the year.