I love the snow.
Even old snow, today. It helps me see better. I see the land better. I see the trees better. The sycamores almost blend in…
I am in here.
Even old snow, today. It helps me see better. I see the land better. I see the trees better. The sycamores almost blend in…
Tree or Trellis. The Loom: A blog about life, past and future: our genetic heritage
I love watching the little weasels slide ever so slowly off the deep end… Simon Jenkins, whom CoR quotes, is starting to hallucinate, I believe, and will soon start reporting about George W. Bush riding at the head of an army of pink elephants down the streets of Baghdad…. via The COLOSSUS OF RHODEY: Bush: … Continue reading from the "Hunh?" files…
So I wake to a breath of snow — not a covering, by any means. This, of course, gives me a good reason to hide inside and write. Write. About what? About the snow, of course. My morning tea is cold and the room is cold. Hot tea here is possible, but I must move … Continue reading so I wake to a breath of snow