Snowstorms

A Snow Blessed Country

The frost wraiths have been loosed upon the land.

They have kissed the sky with somber white and blanketed us in garments powdered and crystalline.

Their attentions have shrouded the earth in eerie silence and illuminated it with an uncanny glow.

We have indulged in fireside chats, and always one more mug of hot cocoa.

After the deluge of the holidays, the shop has been sweetly quiet. It has been a pleasure to talk with customers at length, to take stock, and to wonder at the future.

Here are a few images of the chill around Pike Street. Murderpaws gave the snow a chance; and, after due consideration, decided she hated it.

We will probably subject you to more as we have a weakness for the Victorian tableau of our facade obscured by falling snow.

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