A Great Friend · 72 days ago by Dawn Andrews
Cali is gone. She had really started to fail and I didn’t feel I could wait any longer to have her euthanized. I knew she was uncomfortable. It was hard to get her to eat anything and she had dropped a lot of weight.
Cali was the only dog I have ever owned whose birthdate I actually knew. She missed her fifteenth birthday by ten days.
She loved living here by the river. I had hoped she could have one more summer to terrorize the squirrels and wade into the water, all the way up to her ankles. The lab in her wanted to swim, but the greyhound liked running better. Dignity always prevailed.
She was a wonderful hostess for the B&B, certain that everyone came just to visit her. She would be depressed after someone left, often waiting in their bedroom for them to return. She knew what it meant when suitcases went out the door. Everything was better again when somebody new came.
Cali was the most gentle, sweet, and well behaved dog I’ve ever known. She never hurt anyone and the only time I ever saw her exhibit aggression was one day in the grooming shop. I was alone and a man came in. He did not belong there and I was frightened. Cali was in the back, but she must have heard something in my voice when I asked what he wanted. She rushed to the front with a deep throated snarl and jumped up against the counter. The man backed into a corner, then asked if he could leave. I never heard that noise from Cali ever again.
The mind and a quiet house play tricks. I can still hear her, nails clicking across the floor and stairs creaking as she goes up and down. I look for her when I am working outside and check the clock to see if it is time to feed her. When I come home, I have imagined that I see her waiting by the entry door.
I know that having her put to sleep before she was suffering was the right thing to do for her, but it sure hurts. We will miss her.
'09 Was Just Fine · 183 days ago by Dawn Andrews
Why is it that the harder I work, the more behind I get?
Before this new year gets much further underway, I’d better take a minute to remember last year! It was a year of firsts…
In February, guests from Washington were the first to ever visit during the dark months and not see Northern Lights. In fact, it was a horrible year for Aurora viewing. Having said that, everyone else got to see ‘quiet’ displays starting in August, including visitors from Italy who stood on the deck and gasped, “Mama Mia!” This is supposed to be the low end of a ten-year cycle, but I don’t ever remember the lights being so… bland? I won’t take the Aurora for granted ever again!
Construction started in April and wasn’t finished, well, it still isn’t finished, but we did come to a good stopping place (outside). The longer we live in a log house, the more we learn about all the things involved in caring for it. (Aha, the answer to my first question). The front of the place desperately needed help. The deck was so full of holes that when it rained, I had to set up coffee cans all over the garage to collect water. We stripped it down to bare rafters, then rebuilt the deck along with a cover.
Our first-ever guests from Australia experienced their first-ever earthquake. By recent standards, it was just a little one, but it gave the house a good shake and despite being tired from their journey, I know it wasn’t easy for them to get to sleep.
Most people are happy to arrive in Alaska, but a couple from Florida really won first prize for enthusiasm. I have never seen anyone so stoked to be somewhere, and for so long! Fairbanks was their starting and ending point with a big drive in between. They came to visit before they left, and were still excited! They had some kind of karma going. The little red car that they rented ended up coming back here twice with different guests the rest of the summer.
We had our first guests from France. They were very aggressive about seeing Fairbanks and even spent one day on bicycles. People usually ask questions, but I think they are probably experts on any place they visit. I do take pride in stuffing people before they head out for a day of touring, but these two insisted on just coffee and toast and still had plenty of energy to get the job done.
We had a family reunion, on a smaller scale this time, and I was finally able to meet my grandson. He turned two on the plane ride from Australia. Chasing after him reminded me why this B&B is not a good place for children. His favorite activity was throwing rocks into the river. Luckily, I was right there to pluck him out the day he fell in. It was also lucky that the river was the lowest I have ever seen it. Had it been running normally, I don’t believe I would have been fast enough, and that is as far as I wish that train of thought to go.
That low water made watching the riverboats even more exciting than usual. The spot in front of our house is the straightaway where they often passed each other, with very little room for error!
Our first guests from Massachusetts were having their first vacation away from their firstborn. They are now expecting another, (baby, not vacation). His family has a Christmas Tree farm and also produce delicious maple syrup, now served here at breakfast.
We drove south for a week in August for some silver salmon fishing in Valdez. It was the first time we had been able to get back there since buying the house and it was very successful. We came back with over one hundred pounds of filets. What a relief to have fish in the freezer again!
This place always seems to have police officers visiting. Our guest from Ohio was not the first from that part of the country, but she was the first cop from there and in fact, plans to come back again this year. She helped me smoke batches of salmon (in the pouring rain) and wants to be here this time for the catching part. We generally do that in the rain too, but it is more exciting.
She was here to enjoy the one day/night with our first guests from South Carolina. It’s probably good they were only here for such a short visit. I was literally in pain from laughing so much. Talk about a fun couple. I think that their main goal in retirement is entertaining each other. While he tried to sleep in after a late night arrival in a rogue cab (a long story), she slipped the portrait of Sarah Palin onto the pillow next to him and snapped a photo of him sleeping in the Palin Suite with Sarah Palin.
September brought our first firefighter. He came with his beautiful wife and his in-laws, our first guests from Madrid. My high school Spanish got dusted off and I was delighted to find that I understood a lot more than I could speak. He was up early and downstairs asking to help out. I don’t usually assign chores, but it was chilly and we needed a fire. For someone so eager, I was surprised that he reluctantly agreed to get a fire started. I worried that perhaps he had just asked to be polite. Then he explained, he was actually trained to put them out, not start them!
My last guests of the year were our first visitors from Taiwan. They were determined to see the Aurora and set up chairs next to the windows in the Palin Suite, taking shifts to watch for the appearance. The moose had already moved back into town to gorge on the last of everyones gardens and I was worried that they might have a “moosehap,” so I didn’t sleep much. They did finally see a quiet display, low on the horizon and I actually found myself apologizing… He assured me that he was perfectly satisfied… for now.
We were talking about traveling, (they have done an impressive amount) and accents. They told me about going to Australia and being mortified when the desk clerk asked them, “Where are you going to die?” Why would anyone ask such an odd and personal question? It took a bit before they realized that he was actually asking, “Where are you going TODAY.”
My menu, with its silly names for dishes, is always a challenge, but especially so for foreigners who do not understand that it is all in fun. Still, they were game and tried everything, switching plates in mid-meal so that each could share what the other was having. I think he was dreading the fritatta, the description is exceptionally vague, but when he saw it, said, “Oh! Quiche! I love quiche!” She only got one bite, (mostly crust), and he did not wish to share any of her oatmeal.
They did not understand the white stuff on the picnic table (frost) and thought perhaps they should pour hot water on the car to get it off the windshield. I introduced them to a scraper and their last morning, he was happily scraping while she took video for the folks back home.
He said he believed that Cali was the most gentle dog he had ever known.
I have quite a bit of pumpkin put up and so experimented with a new muffin recipe, pumpkin spice with raisins and nuts. Much too long a name.His face lit up when he tasted it and he proclaimed it delicious. He suggested they should be called ‘Autumn Muffins’. I really like that.
It is repeated experiences like these that make having a B&B such a rewarding job.
Soggy Summer · 603 days ago by Dawn Andrews
Our first visitors were in March. There was lots of cross country skiing on the river in the brilliant sunshine, great nights filled with the Aurora, and lazy afternoons in front of the fireplace.
Then we had the second snowiest April on record. I became sincerely sick of shoveling snow.
I didn’t know that was going to be the best weather all summer. That’s an exaggeration, but I do give kudos to all who visited Fairbanks last summer. Everybody was cheerful and had a good time in spite of the rain. The weather gave the guests and myself a chance to appreciate just what the inside of this log house has to offer.
May was beautiful and the season began with a delightful retired couple from the south. They went to North Pole to visit Santa and asked the big man if he knew where Huntsville was. Santa laughed and replied, “Of course I know where Huntsville is… I’m Santa”.
The next guests only had one night in Fairbanks. I asked what they had done for fun. He grinned and said they had gone to Lowes. He has a cabin in Maine, and has been trying for months to get copper flashing for his chimney. They have ordered it to no avail. He said he just got an email from them, saying that they still had been unable to get it shipped to his local store. He plans to write the guy back and tell him that’s okay, he went to the Lowes in Fairbanks, Alaska and got what he wanted. He stopped in the kitchen on his way to breakfast with a question. It might have been his imagination, but he was pretty sure he had heard wolves howling early this morning? Oops, I had forgotten to mention the dog lot across the river.
Reflecting upon the summers guests brings memories of how the weather behaved. In June, I sat talking in the cozy loft with a couple from Ohio, listening to the rain beat on the roof.
It was downright chilly when a couple from Colorado visited with her parents from Ohio. It was cold enough to see your breath outside, but at least there was a break in the rain. The dutiful son-in-law shared his secret indian name with us. On this vacation, he was known as ‘Carries S***’.
The sun finally made an appearance and Paul was able to fertilize the lawn. A farming couple from Manitoba arrived to the best of what this place has to offer. He took a deep breath and proclaimed he could ‘smell the growing’. He insisted every morning that the lawn was getting longer even as he ate breakfast. The great weather left with them.
A couple from South Dakota arrived with her Dad from North Dakota, and more rain. The bird fell in love with her Dad. Sydney takes to certain people, but this was different. She would hear his voice and start hollering, “Hello Sweetie!” She wouldn’t let up until he would hold her. She actually pouted when he left!
July brought further deterioration and unpredictability in the weather. It would be beautiful one minute, and raining in black torrents the next. A visitor from Connecticut actually used the gym! Visitors from California stayed inside and enjoyed Paul’s sound system. Another California couple helped me bake cookies. I spoke to a friend who works in Dutch Harbor, a busy fishing port in the Aleutians. She said I should not complain about the weather in Fairbanks. Okmok Volcano had erupted and she was breathing ash and smoke. The running joke was that the mountain would be satisfied if they would just sacrifice a virgin, but there is no such thing as a virgin in Dutch Harbor.
The water load finally peaked when a couple from Illinois was here. He had scheduled a flight-seeing tour of Denali and it was cancelled. In desperation, he rented a Harley from the local dealer and spent some time riding the highway. She drew the line at the insanity of biking in the pouring rain and stayed here to do chores. At one point she said, “Dawn, do you think the lawn furniture will float away?” I came out of the kitchen and was astonished to see how much the river had risen. The neighbors boat was nearly on the patio! The riverboat traffic brought wake lapping ever closer to the house. People all around us were flooding and some were being evacuated. We got very lucky. We just kept bringing the lawn furniture to higher ground and the water finally began to recede.
A brave couple from Montana had been on an adventure on the Mighty Yukon River. I guess sitting in a canoe for days, tenting at night, in the rain, can get pretty boring. She pretended that they were in the Amazing Race, competing with other canoes on the river, (unbeknownst to them). They won! Then they flew back to Fairbanks and stayed in a real bed. It was only August, but I was forced to start a fire or turn on the heat. I picked a fire, but he said it just wasn’t right, having a fire so early in the year.
I had to laugh at the couple from Wisconsin. They had been camping in Denali and arrived quite soaked. They asked to set their tent up in the yard to dry… well that wouldn’t have worked. It did dry nicely set up in the garage.
Visitors from sunny Italy brought summer with them. It was hot and beautiful for the two days they were here. Things dried, the garden bloomed, I spent as much time as I could outside with the pets. I’m glad I had that final memory of the summer, because right after they left, fall began. The rain stopped, but days were cool and nights frosty. The garden hung in until the middle of September, much to the delight of guests from New York, Virginia, and Ohio. We already had the cold, and snow came early. Wasn’t I just shoveling?
The last guests of the year came in December. From California, they are thinking about moving here and wanted to experience winter. They liked the fluffy snow and got to see ice carvings at the North Pole Winter Festival. The weather was actually pretty balmy with the temperatures hovering around five below. They were forever leaving things in the car overnight that became quite frozen, to their surprise and delight, including his swim trunks after visiting Chena Hot Springs. When they left, they took the cold with them. Southern California experienced quite the winter storm, complete with snow!
Thanks to everybody who visited and had a good time in spite of our crazy weather. What a fun year it has been!
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Camera Magic · 901 days ago by Dawn Andrews
March, one of my favorite months, was even better with visitors from Colorado.
He took some fabulous photos of the Aurora from the deck. I don’t believe I have ever seen anyone get quite so excited about the Northern Lights. He made it a practice to get up every hour, all night long, to check the status of the sky. I would fall asleep to the sound of him running around the deck from one side of the house to the other, in an effort to get photos on the most active sides. The results, here and on the ‘About’ page, speak for themselves.
She was immediately adopted by the bird. Syd was perfectly happy to sit on her shoulder while they played their nightly cribbage games. Cali, as usual, got very attached, but even more so when they bravely took her out skijoring on the river. March days are bright and beautiful, and skiing conditions could not have been better.
The temperatures were unseasonably warm, until their last two nights here. They were lucky enough to get to the ice park before the sculptures prematurely disintegrated.
It is always nice to see somebody come here and be relaxed enough to fall asleep on the couches in front of the fire. Staying up all night watching the Northern Lights probably helps!
Summer 2007 · 966 days ago by Dawn Andrews
Days were hot and sunny and the limited rain came mostly at night. There was only one day with a trace of smoke from a wildfire to the north. The flowers and the lawn grew happily. The raspberries were remarkable! The freezer door is filled with them and there will be no shortage of raspberry muffins this winter.
Many delightful guests visited, and, along with a family reunion and visits from friends, Anschen Log House was filled to capacity most of the summer.
New Yorkers brought along their own cream, because they had heard that real Alaskans only drink their coffee black. They were hard pressed to understand the plethora of coffee stands all over town…
Visitors from California stayed just three days, but managed to see every sight available. They would start touring early every morning and not get back until very late. I told them they were welcome to hang out and rest. She assured me that I needn’t worry, they would be back before dark. Very funny, seeing as how it never did get dark when they were here.
The Andrews Family Reunion overflowed the house and into RV’s parked in the driveway. Everyone broke off into groups during the day, but always showed up for dinner. One night, there were twenty seven people chowing down at various tables, inside and out. My favorite photo was one I took early one morning, of nephews sleeping in the greenhouse, despite the midnight sun.
Friends came from Barrow with their two older children to have a new baby. As a surprise, her parents flew up from Seattle the night she gave birth. She had just spoken to them on the phone and several hours later, there they were in her hospital room! It was great fun to be able to have another family reunion. They all left the same day, and the house was eerily quiet, but not for long.
A farmer and his wife from South Dakota arrived for a break from hard labor. My friend Paula was back, here for a summer University class and she sure enjoyed talking about crops and harvest. I could relate to the enthusiasm over driving heavy equipment.
A couple from Florida had expressed concern over lack of air conditioning in the house. I assured her that the house stayed cool here in the woods by the river, especially in August. Wouldn’t you know that the two days they were here, we had record breaking heat?
The Japanese couple were having a working vacation of sorts. The loft table, usually used for writing postcards, was covered with his electronic equipment. While he worked, she spent the time petting our dog Cali, who glowed with all the attention.
My Italian visitors only stayed one night. They agreed that one day and night in Fairbanks is not enough. It was sad to say goodbye to them. We had not had nearly enough conversation, and they had seen very little. I hope that someday, they will make the long trip back.
Newlyweds from India! Did you know that a wedding in India lasts for a month? They had their wedding photos online and shared some fantastic stories about their lives. They were also vegans. Breakfast with no meat or dairy was a challenge, but I learned a lot and found some wonderful things with which to expand my menu.
A very ambitious and kind young man from Great Britain arrived by cab from the airport and managed to see all of Fairbanks by bicycle in two days. He also took one day to travel to Barrow and still had time to sit down and play a game of Scrabble. I dropped him off at the train depot for his ride back to Anchorage with his suitcase, which was actually bigger than he was. I last glimpsed him in the rearview mirror. He was helping another passenger with her luggage.
The year came to a close with visitors from Switzerland. The darkness and relative inactivity of winter calls for a different type of tourist. There are actually many things to do here in winter that simply cannot be experienced in summer, but the cold can be daunting, even with the proper clothing. She seemed to be doing well, but he was cold, despite many layers. There is nothing so miserable as being cold. I suggested hand warmers. They came back after day two of touring and he was sporting a huge grin, along with a full supply of hand warmers. They had kept him warm and comfortable all day, especially after he slipped some into his boots.
I feel as though I have spent the entire year traveling, though I never left home. I met some wonderful people and am so glad they spent time here.
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May · 1180 days ago by Dawn Andrews
May in Fairbanks more than makes up for any undesirable characteristics in April. Something about twenty hours of daylight does a lot towards renewing energy, of people and nature. I like to sleep with the shade up so as not to miss the four A.M. sunrise. I admit, by the end of the month, the shade must come down. The sun is up then by three.
First to appear are the Rhubarb knuckles. Before the snow is completely gone in the dark corners, the huge leaves are already knee high.
Cottonwood trees, hated by many for the mess they make, grow like weeds and fill the air with a glorious, clean scent.
The woods are filled with a lovely mix of Arctic Roses and Bluebells. They bloom at the same time as the hedge along the drive, a massive collection of Siberian Pea Bushes. The fresh green bitty leaves are accented by tiny yellow flowers.
At the end of the drive and along the river-front are Chokecherries. The wind carries the heady scent of their huge blooms all over the property.
Towards the end of May, Quartz Lake becomes ice free and we fill the freezer with the years’ supply of Rainbow Trout. This year, I smoked the two biggest. They were great with crackers and horseradish sauce.
Tourist season begins and the Ester Gold Camp once again is serving all-you-can-eat Dungeness Crab. They have a nice buffet, but locals know to start with the crab and do not deviate until full.
The Riverboat Discovery once again begins to ply the Chena River. Syd, Cal, and I try to make it out to wave.
Breakup · 1241 days ago by Dawn Andrews
There is no doubt that April in Fairbanks is a bit on the ugly side. Nothing about the melting snow revealing all the winters leftovers is very pretty, unless you stop to take a second look.
I rode my bike this week for the first time. Most of the bike trails are clear. The few that weren’t simply gave me a chance to get off and walk, thus saving my posterior the day after soreness of a first time ride. I wore jeans, but it was warm enough for shorts. My jacket ended up in my backpack.
Today it is overcast and raining. This could be considered dreary, but it is good on so many levels. The light snow year brought a prediction of a busy season for smoke jumpers in this mornings paper. We can certainly use this moisture. It is also speeding up the melting process and the tennis court is almost clear now.
The brilliant sunshine of the last week drew me outside to do chores. It has been too hot, (yes, fifty above is truly hot when you consider that most of March was twenty below) to waste time inside. This mornings chill air was the perfect excuse to build a big roaring fire. There won’t be many more of those until fall, so every one now is extra special. The rain gives me a chance to stay in and catch up on neglected housework.
I have not seen our little moose around for some time. Yesterday, I thought I saw her on the opposite bank of the river, until I looked more closely and saw that ‘she’ had a set of antlers. I watched the young bull walk carefully to the edge where the ice was rotten. He would place a tentative hoof forward until it broke through the ice, then pull back. I watched for a long time. He obviously thought the browsing was better on this side, but was afraid to cross. I was so busy watching him that I failed to notice our little female. She was standing on the bank, keeping an eye on his progress, all the while busily eating.
Just before I put the binoculars away, I scanned the bank one last time and saw pussy willows. I’m not sure what it is about them that I find so exciting, but I know that it means that leaves can’t be far behind. This prompted me to go out and look in the elevated flower beds next to the house. I keep a watch for the first green shoots coming up in the iris. Not yet…
The best part of April in Fairbanks is the return of the birds. They come from all over, many on their way to the Arctic and their summer breeding grounds, but others are here to stay for the summer. Sydney has been spending a lot of time outside with me. She sits happily on my shoulder in the sunshine, very excited to hear the calling of all her little relatives, watching them flitting about in the trees above us.
Any visitor to Fairbanks should have Creamers Field on their itinerary. Its nature trails and visitor center are great, but the bird watching, especially now, is the best.
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March · 1267 days ago by Dawn Andrews
This is the very best time of year in Fairbanks. The entire month of March is chock full of things to do, all very Alaskan. It starts with the Festival of Native Arts and ends with the University of Alaska Museum Annual Chocolate Bash. There is so much to do in between, it is impossible to participate in everything that appeals. I don’t know why all the tourists don’t come now. The sun is back in full force, warming the days to a very good temperature for playing outside. It is too cold for mosquitos and cold enough for big fires in the fireplace. It still gets dark at night, so the Northern Lights are visible. With the exception of the Midnight Sun, everything that is good about Alaska can be found in Fairbanks in March.
This weekend is the Open North American and downtown will be bustling with people from all over, dressed in their winter finery. It is a perfect opportunity to see not only some of the finest mushers in the world, but some great fur coats. The three day event keeps the downtown end of the river hopping.
Meantime, out here in the sticks, there is the Tired Iron River Rally. They have been grooming the river in front of the house all week. Now, there are ancient snowmachines puttering up and down the river. I worry that some are so old, the thirty-two mile race will be too much for them, but they seem to be having a good time. I saw one fellow out there on a bike! He was actually traveling faster than some of these old machines. Also saw a guy skiing, right down the middle of the race track.
Last weekend, the Governor was here to present awards at the World Ice Art Championships. This event alone is worth the trip to Alaska. The things that can be created with ice are remarkable and here is an entire park, filled with works of art. This year, we visited during the day, went out for dinner, then came back to see the sculptures at night, under lights. Ice Alaska has added cameras this year, so don’t miss a visit to their web site. They show some of the sculptures in progress, along with a shot of the finished product. Some of the artistic detail simply cannot be captured on film, and it is something I wish everyone could see in person.
Sun Worshipping Race Fans · 1293 days ago by Dawn Andrews
Anschen Log House has been pleased to entertain Mrs. Paula Boyea of Barrow for the last three weeks. She came to escape the darkness of the Arctic Slope and see the end of this years Yukon Quest. The Quest is a thousand mile sled dog race. The start and finish vary yearly between Whitehorse, Yukon Territory and Fairbanks.
Her visit has included (completely free of charge) a 5.2 earthquake that rocked us awake at 5:51 AM Saturday. A survivor of many quakes, I rushed to the computer to complete the ‘Did you feel the shaking?’ form at the Alaska Earthquake Information Center.
A bonus race, the IronDog happened to be finishing here as well. It is billed as the longest snowmachine race, two thousand miles across the Alaskan wilderness.
On Saturday morning, we dressed in carharts and parkas, sporting outside layers that included our fancy fur hats. Paula proudly donned her big sealskin mitts, a Christmas present from her husband to keep her forearms toasty when she is running her sled dogs in Barrow. Then we dug out the patio lounges and dragged them down to the riverbank, where we had a birds eye view of the race course, the Chena River.
Despite the fact that the thermometer claimed it was just below zero, we were warm and comfy in the bright February sunshine. We sat watching the teams whisk past, hard pressed to get our cameras out, on, and focused before the racers were gone.
The sun started to set and the air cooled, but we had been outside for two hours! We finished our long day in front of the fire with big mugs of hot cocoa.
Cross Country Skiing on the Chena River · 1330 days ago by Dawn Andrews
It has been an unusually light snow year. This has been sad for all of us who engage in outdoor sports that require lots of the fluffy white stuff. My feelings are mixed. I believe there is a direct correlation between my advancing age and my sentiments towards the chore of snow removal. Having a riding mower with a snow blower attachment has certainly made the task more fun, but that’s another story.
The frozen river is the sole place where the meager amount of snow is shared by outdoor enthusiasts. Winter land trails are too rough for dog sleds and snowmachines. Downhill and cross country skiing are simply not possible on the designated trails and hills, unless you want to relabel it as ‘extreme’ and wear your rock skis.
Tired of chores, I head out the back door and snap on my skis. I slide down the bank onto the river. The world is quite different down here. The extreme cold of the last few weeks and the lack of any wind has cemented the snow to bare tree branches, now thick with this load. The low light of the Arctic winter makes for long shadows, but it’s brightness, accentuated by the cloudless blue sky, has the snow sparkling like diamonds.
I ski down the river and revel in the silence. The only sound I can hear is the swishing of my skis on snow. The rhythm is soothing, hypnotic. The tracks on the river tell me what a busy highway it is. Animal tracks are everywhere and a set of particularly large and fresh moose tracks remind me to pay attention to my surroundings and curtail my daydream.
Still, I can’t help but fall victim to the sound of the skis again. I am sincerely startled to see a dog team enter the periphery of my vision and quickly pass to my left. The dogs are intent upon their run and are soundless. The only thing I hear as they pass are the runners of the sled on the snow. The musher raises a heavily gloved hand as a wave, but he is past me and around the bend before I can respond.
The accoustics of the river are odd. Even passing snowmachines are not audible until they are nearly on top of me. I stay to the cut bank in an effort to lengthen the distance of my vision. I’m begininng to tire and remember that I must ski back the way I have come, and so turn around for home. The return trip is new and fresh, as I can see the other side of everything I couldn’t see from the upriver perspective.
There is nothing quite so fine as to be cozy inside in front of the fire after being outside with winter. I’m watching fresh snow sift down, laying the pavement for my next trip on the river.
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