The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell,
lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell…
— Patricia Hampl, 1981
Nature chose for a tool, not the earthquake or lightning to rend
and split asunder, not the stormy torrent or eroding rain, but the tender snow-flowers
noiselessly falling through unnumbered centuries.
— John Muir
“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” — Percy Bysshe Shelley
No one loves snow more than this little girl…
And, she never wants to go inside!
To be honest, in my thirty years on this planet, never has it snowed this much before Halloween. While I am certainly not ready to usher in the cold, winter months (and all of that shoveling!), the snow does make some people happy. Eight-year-old girls, for instance, are big fans…
Note: This post was written yesterday (sometimes I don’t even have time to hit the ‘publish’ button!). Ours schools are open, and most people in our area have power.
