The perfect winter

I remember the perfect winter, with soft billowing snow and crisp cold. Always there were the delightful smells of home cooking—pies, cakes, fried chicken, roasts, homemade gravy, cookies, and fluffy rolls. The sound of laughter and the buzz of voices rolled around in my Grandma's house where we lived for a time before WW2. Where old family stories were told and re-told at the kitchen table followed by the sounds of laughter. I remember those times as it warms my heart.