The snow settled down slowly and beautifully for hours all afternoon and covered everything in sight with white. It was a wet heavy snow and clung to every branch and trunk, reflecting
Christmas lights as they twinkled in the dark. From my window I see the large pine tree in the sheep fold as well as the one across on Methodist Lane, each with multicolored lights woven throughout their branches. And I can even see the arms of the windmill reaching up to the sky with their white sparkling lights. Last year my boys wrapped the trunk and branches of our red maple in the front yard and it lit up the living room with its glow. It was a beautiful night and seemed perfect in every way.It's time for gratitude - for my warm house when others (even in East Hampton) are sleeping in the cold; for my husband who kept me company when the sun broke through this morning and we snuggled in bed; and for all my family members being safely home in their own abodes, waiting out the storm. And gratitude for being able to see yet another Christmas in East Hampton.
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