Our snow birds are settling into campgrounds in warmer places, the smell of snow is in the air as New England gets ready for our long winter nights.
The RV is winterized and parked waiting for spring .
The camp fire has moved into the old wood stove with the big cast iron pot steaming away adding
the sweet smell of Cinnamon and spice to the fragrance of the pine needles in the air. The quiet of the moment broken only by the rumble of the train as it makes its way around the tree. We wish every one the best holiday ever.
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