The weather was so bad that even my husband stayed home and is working from here today. Early this morning, he got a chance to try out the new snowblower his dad got him last year. For several years, he resisted getting one even though our driveway is 110-feet long! Don't the trees look pretty sprinkled with snow? If only it weren't so damaging to them. Our house is surrounded by century-old maples, oaks, and ashes (the latter are succumbing to the emerald ash borer). If only they could talk, I'm sure they'd have tales to tell of 19th-century life at Ashton House.
Since I've wrapped up the magazine for now—until the printer proofs are ready—I think I'll make a batch of peanut clusters this afternoon. For years, I searched for a peanut cluster that wasn't so hard it nearly broke my teeth. Ten years ago, a family friend brought a batch of them over for a holiday gift and they were the creamiest, softest ones I'd ever eaten, so I asked for her recipe and have been making them for the holidays ever since. This is the perfect weather for snuggling up with a good book and a cup of tea. Tonight, I think I'll do just that if I get the rest of my to-do list done. I'm eagerly anticipating the arrival of a book I recently ordered. It's called Cranford, an 1851 English classic by Elizabeth Gaskell. Many of you might remember the BBC's series from 2008. You can find this pretty Penguin classics edition on Amazon.
Just a reminder—if you entered my Love Bug pincushion giveaway, be sure to stop back by tomorrow when the winner is announced. Until then, stay safe and warm!