Family....

The day dawned as damp, slowly seducing the crying wind and rain-rattled windows with its crisp coldness.

A hot fire flaming across several logs in a cast iron fireplace was cindered early in the day for warmth and comfort, welcoming. There is mist on the mountain amid the Pine trees and the chill is still dropping, inking its way across a blue gray sky completing winter’s rendering.

Ina comes through the Television preparing Chicken Piccata and, of course, everything is perfect. As for this house, baked Tilapia stuffed with spinach, covered in cheese sauce will be laid on a bed of creamy rice by our resident chef, Stephen.

Soon the house will be filled with the aroma of dinner and chatter, as we sit around the kitchen table on a cold winter night.