More Snow….



I keep thinking of Laura Ingalls Wilder, in particular The Long Winter. I have a renewed appreciation for her experiences – walking through blizzards, no electrically generated heat, and being housebound for months. Laura’s stories remind me to appreciate my warm and well-lit house even though more snow is falling today and we’re beginning to feel a little trapped. This morning the WBUR meteorologist said that Boston has received over 60 inches of snow over the past three weeks – with more expected on Thursday and Sunday and…..

In the spirit of focusing on the bright side, here are some of the little things that make me happy:

My hot chocolate cup….it makes me smile every time I look at Charlie’s cute face.

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Bushes that look like giant white gumdrops….

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The History Channel’s Sons of Liberty, a three-episode mini-series which I have time to watch….


The horse who lives down the street walking into his (her?) barn…

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And time to read. I’m caught up on Ukraine and Brian Williams and the Grammy Awards…

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This morning I read Jane Austen Cover to Cover. It was great fun to compare the covers, and choose my favorite and the funniest.

Here’s my favorite. It makes me want to re-read Pride and Prejudice.

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This is my vote for the funniest. The woman on the left has the strangest expression. This cover doesn’t, in my opinion, capture the tone of the book at all….

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And, finally, this poem by Mary Oliver which I’ve been reading over and over – appreciating its quiet beauty more with every reading….

Such Silence

As deep as I ever went into the forest

I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,

and around it a clearing, and beyond that

trees taller and older than I had ever seen.

Such silence!

It really wasn’t so far from a town, but it seemed

all the clocks in the world had stopped counting.

So it was hard to suppose the usual rules applied.

Sometimes there’s only a hint, a possibility.

What’s magical, sometimes has deeper roots

than reason.

I hope everyone knows that.

I sat on the bench, waiting for something.

An angel, perhaps.

Or dancers with the legs of goats.

No, I didn’t see either. But only, I think, because

I didn’t stay long enough.

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