It sits on our kitchen windowsill catching the morning rays of sun. The rays are needed too, because it's 1º F right now outside that window. Big time brrrrrr out there today. I mentioned in September that we stopped by the Mustard House, an old cape converted into a gift shop, and this blue pitcher caught my eye. It stands just 5 inches high, but I liked and grabbed it. During my many visits in the winter to my grandparents' house, I'd sit in the big, overstuffed chair by the window and watch the people slide down the big hill across the street on their sleds. It was fascinating; it captured my attention for hours, as kids and grownups maneuvered their way to the bottom. I was too small to try it myself, so I sat and watched mesmerized. I had company too. On her front windowsill, Nana had a small, glass swan with a swooping neck. It contained some sort of liquid in its base that would ride up the neck and change colors to tell the weather outside. When cold and storming weather was forecast, the neck would turn a subtle blue. It was intriguing to me that a lil' blue swan could beat the weatherman at his game.