When you were ten do you remember listening to the radio on a January morning for the list of school closings? Your school was announced. Yippee! You jumped out of bed, and you were on vacation. At our farmhouse winter is our secret season. A vacation when there are gusts of tumbling and blowing snow outside our windows. Inside we have soup to eat, warm cider to sip, popcorn to pop and movies to watch. We play scrabble, build puzzles, read a book, or take a nap. Folks may think we are closed in cold weather. We’re not. We are being very quiet. If you believe in magic, we’ll share our secret vacation with you.