Hot Tea From A Pretty Cup

I should be downstairs putting away the last of the Christmas stuff (yeah, I know, late as usual), but instead I am sitting here writing this post and gazing out of the window.  The wind is gusting and the temps have fallen into the low teens.

All I see is the white puffs of heat escaping from the chimneys and flues all across the neighborhood dancing from east to west, north and south depending on the wind.  The sky is the color of steel blue with a few white clouds in the southern sky and again no snow.

It is too cold for me to venture out today, thank goodness there are no pressing appointments or "must do" lists that entail bundling into my coat, gloves & hat to sit shivering in the car until the heater throws out its warm blasts.  I would rather stay inside and have a cup of hot tea from a pretty cup.

Toby has been in and out at least 5 times today.  His choice is to be outside, but even he barks to be let inside after only a few minutes of being out in the tundra.

Hot soup for dinner and probably an early climb into bed this evening with the electric blanket turned on high and a good book to read.  Sounds like the best plan for this blast of winter that has settled in and is not leaving until late this week.

Brew me a cup for a winter's night

For the wind howls loud and the furies fight

Spice it with love and stir it with care

And I'll toast our bright eyes

My sweetheart fair 

~  Minna Thomas Antrim

Until next time.....