Winter has officially arrived in Maine. Last week the ground was mostly bare and the temperatures reached near 50 – almost unheard of in late December/ Early January. This week, things are much more seasonal – a weekend storm brought us plenty of snow and it was minus 16 yesterday. I haven’t dared look at the thermometer this morning, but judging by the general draftiness of my farmhouse, I’d say the temps are about the same today.
When it gets this cold the best place on Boxshop Hill is in my sitting room, in front of my ancient woodstove, reading a book and sipping a hot cup of tea. In keeping with the spirit of the season, I started rereading this book:
I love all things Little House related and The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder is no exception. I feel cozier and more grateful for things like running water, electricity and my local grocery store every time I read it.
Do you have a favorite book to reread?