Tuesday, March 22, 2016

The Moon on the Breast of the New-Fallen Snow....


"Gave a luster of midday to objects below...."

Yeah, a snapping, snarling little squall dumped a smattering of snow on us last night. Just enough to make it feel colder than it was, and it was plenty cold enough. And the wind rattled the trees and scooped up the flakes and gave them the old who-flung.

I came downstairs in the middle of the night and it was bright enough to throw sharp shadows from the trees and through the banister in the front hall. 

It caused me to remember a couple of words from another Christmas classic........

"Bah humbug!"


On Dancer and Prancer, on Dunder and Blixem....
only there were an even dozen there this morning, not just eight
Kind of like spare tires right?
Only spare deers.





from Northview Diary http://ift.tt/1UC60Nj

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