For Whom the Bell Tolls

On a warmer day, this pretty bell would ring for service from the roadside. Our wee cottage industry of selling cottage friendly furnishings sits, quietly, in it's various sheds and storage rooms.
Today, in the snow, the friendly bell waits for winter to pass, like the rest of us.
Our friends are going to Havana to stay in the same hotel that Hemmingway did. I don't know if they're going to drink loads of scotch and be belligerent, but I hope so.