Here, where I live, it is winter. A few storms already have left our world silver and crunchy. The furnace kicks on a million times a day when the temperature drops below -5 degrees, and nights get a whole lot cosier.

After putting the third quilt on the bed the other night my Hubby pointed out that it might be time to bring out the down duvet. Sigh. After airing and washing and fluffing and stuffing I put the duvet on our bed and folded the quilts for cuddles on the couch instead.

And for some inexplicable reason I found myself singing this song and doing a dancing while no one is watching jig.