Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm…
Another Winter storm today in Quimperland…with gusts of over 90 km/h, we are huddled inside by our radiant fireplace. We hope you have warmth and shelter and light on this shortest day of 2018 in the northern hemisphere, and happy first day of summer to our friends south of the equator!