0 There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance. 000000000000000000000 William Sharp 0 0
It seems, as the cold weather is here to stay. It is -22°C today (-8°F) so we stay as close to the fire as we can — which is nice — and hope we won't run out of wood. Today I need to tidy up — I don't understand how a house can get messy when you're sitting in your recliner reading most of the time. Gnomes?We'll keep the tree for another week so it needs new candles. I'm glad that my darling isn't very interested in the tree, he hides under it sometimes and we always are careful to keep an eye on him when we light the candles.
Embrace change even if you want to run from it. Ralph Shrader
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It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque