I banished a guest to dine in the staff’s kitchen, an ignominious decision…

This time of year, when we have yet to grow weary of daily frost cover, is my preferred. The stones and rails and vehicles with their new white scruff, appear to be in need of a good shave. The breath of the dogs, the cold fog over the pond, and the smoke from the chimneys are all indiscernible.

I needed this good walk, on a crisp morning, after last night and my droll encounter with a dullard.

Bear the wait and endure with patience, I will post tonight.

-The Viceroy-