The sky was slate gray; the kind of sky that promised snow and hot cider and crackling fireplaces …
… and the air was filled with the earthy fragrance of a blacksmith’s forge.
I savored this escape into the 1800s. The wonderfully cold day was cheered by bright red ribbons and dark green garland. The fresh colors were in stark contrast to the rough wood that had been sawed and hewn, cut and planed hundreds of years earlier.
As I walked through the village, I heard music playing on a dulcimer and couldn’t stop smiling.
What a lovely way to welcome the holidays.