Winter Musings

“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the withered air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, and housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson (American essayist, philosopher, minister, abolitionist, and poet; 1803 – 1882)

As February extends its cold, gray dreariness beyond reason, may you discover much to keep you joyful: spring garden improvements to plan, good company to enjoy, and many blessings to count!

Joyfully shared by Betty Hanselmen

Gardener’s wife (& winter “blessing counter”)