Sunday supper out on the island was extra cozy as the snow paid a visit. In the 20 years that we have had the house, only one other time we were there has it snowed. Seeing the snow fall upon our beloved Colvos Passage is quite something. After the meal we turned off all of the lights and just watched it do its magic. By morning, a good amount accumulated. See below. For the above table, a new vintage find of cobalt French working glasses were called into action to hold oversized tealights. Then it was all about layering layers of blue. The creamy tulips beginning to open ever so beautifully from all heat of the roaring fire, turning more yellow as they opened. TPS made stuffed shells, one of my all-time favorite comfort dishes he makes. Perfect for eve as the snow fell.