By the time I'd returned from a quick errand to buy candles and long life milk, the snow had started to fall. Such beautiful, floating stuff. The wind turned my umbrella inside out, but I was smiling.
The terrace is an easy place to chill this evening's drinks.
The herbs hibernate.
Even this first feathering of real snow turns the street pretty.
I umoulded the terrine - a success, and pretty heady with garlic and herbs and cognac. I had a slice for a late lunch, with the first of the korrelkonfyt (grape preserves) bought in summer at Oep ve Koep.
We look forward to snowy adventures this weekend...