Our old apartment in San Francisco had one, and I've always liked moon gates in gardens. They're so Hobbit-like. At home I made gingerbread from scratch while John built a fire. The cats cuddled with me, the dog lay dreaming in front of the flames, and I finished my Nicola Griffith novel, Ammonite, which I liked very much. I'm going to walk my dog under the bright stars.
Winter is a wonderful season.