The house is quiet again, quiet and warm, good memories

of lovely visitors are still in the rooms and on my mind.

Moments come and go, joy, anxiety, relief... and happiness again,

time;  a ribbon of stories, unrolling,  intertwined ribbons.

And outside the snow fell and at once winter became very cold

 but of an enchanting beauty.

The garden has something unreal, as if it is some kind of 

stage where anything unworldly can happen any moment

and you won't even be surprised.

xx