The Christmas trees across our street. I like to think that the little old couple who used to live in that log cabin (or even the folks before them) planted these trees in remembrance of Christmas or to provide some green for us all in the midst of the snow and the grey-brown of the other trees we see six long months of each year.
I sit before the window upstairs with my faux coffee, staring at these trees and listening to this (different than last week's) Susan Boyle song. A haunting song, making for lovely, magical moments on average, long winter days.
And here is some more snow outside of different windows.