I would like to go into the kitchen and start up the fixins for a winter stew: beef, rutabagas, potatoes, carrots, onions and garlic. Maybe some cabbage. I would start some bread to rise, too.
I would close all the plantation shutters. Make it dark, like a winter's eve.
I would bake the risen bread and some chocolate chip cookies, too.
And I would pretend that the world outside our shutters was white, and beautifully quiet.
I am marinading some beef for the grill and cutting the cantaloupe and washing the first red tomato (at least 3 million to follow) from the vegetable garden. 3 eggs boiling, (thank you, ducks) for deviled eggs tonight, and we have collard greens and peppers as well.
I suppose I should be grateful for our good summer harvest.
But, I really love a winter's feast. Fully-clothed.