Throw your shearling boots on, toss a shawl over your shoulders, pick up your dress, and run along the riverbank.

How deeply thrilling it was for me to have had so many of you join me virtually in our home last night for the first Holiday Table!

It’s snowing today. Flakes are floating, dancing, tumbling through the air as wind gusts catch them.

I've ordered more teaspoons. In fact, I ordered all I could find in our silverplate pattern. Because, somehow, the disappearing teaspoon situation is still a situation.

It’s a quiet morning here, the day after Thanksgiving. I’ve lit a candle, as I always do, and have tucked onto the sofa to savor my first cup of tea as daylight slowly comes.