Deepest winter has finally blown in to our little corner of Pennsylvania. I had trouble sleeping last night because the wooden shutters on my bedroom windows were knocking on the walls, as if begging me to let them in. When I woke this morning and lifted the blind, the window nearest to my bed was coated in furry, feathery ice crystals. They looked more animal than mineral. The tiny attic room I use as an office is too cold... Read more