We have been very lucky here in Atlantic Canada in that we have had very mild weather (for us) until a day or so ago. However, last night I lit my first fire in the fire place. I got out a nice bottle of wine, a book of Yeats poetry and , I am ashamed to sat, sat and read til the wine was gone. There is not much to love about winter in this country, but the first fire of the year is a pure delight and a reminder why we do like the four seasons.