Charles and I are native New Englanders. But we are not big fans of winter.
Snow is pretty to look at, but after the driveway, walks and decks are cleared, Charles has to climb up on the roofs to shovel those off.
Fuel bills mean less money to spend on Junktiques.
Last week we had a warm spell, which created a beautiful mist with the sunrise. Charles crossed the street to capture it on his trusty iPhone.
Mornings like this are what living on the pond is all about. Slow down and take it in, because like that mist on the water, life is but a vapor.