those good old farmhouses with fireplaces. I remember all our family gathering round the fireplace at night and Daddy getting up before anyone else and starting it up again. When I was little mother had a wood burning cook stove so the kitchen was also cozy and always smelled good. I hope all up north in this cold have a stove of some sort to fall back on. We didn't have anything to burn when we lived in Baltimore and sometimes it got reeely cold there, but power never failed. I usually hibernated til full spring.
Windchimes - I love them. There is a girl here in the area who makes them. She has an oast (an oven to melt glass). She gathers all sorts of bottles - cokes, beer, any kind that is glass. She bakes them til they are flat, has a hole in the neck of the bottle (put in there somehow before she bakes so it comes out a hole), attaches them to an old limb with fishing line, hangs them on it at different lengths - then she sells them. I have given them as gifts, had a bunch myself and if there's a hint of breeze you can hear my bottles making the most beautiful sounds. She even cuts shapes from the glass or cuts them in half for smaller chimes. I prefer the whole bottle - it's louder. CLANG, CLANG.
New York (Nancy , Bob and others..)...We are in for a hard freeze here in Ga.Ours is more the wind that whips thru....Rufus (cat) does not want to go outside.
