It is 10 degrees this morning in the New York region. Even though I like winter, such intense cold makes me dream of more temperate days. Like the mild fall day last October when we went exploring in my in-law's Virginia meadow. H. almost disappeared in the tall meadow grass, her green coat melting into the fresh green of the grass. The only difference being the shapes of green: the spiky vertical stripes of the grass against the soft round form of H. in her woodland coat. Alas those days are no more for the moment: my in-laws have moved, the weather has changed and H. no longer fits into her woodland coat. Now it's baby sister's turn to inherit the green pom-pom manteau, with its large wooden buttons and velvet lined pockets. Maybe her cheerful face framed in a garden of green pom pom balls will bring a little cheer and a little warmth to this icy cold day.