Quote of the day:
“When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.”
― William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost
Is this the light post in Narnia?
In almost 30 years living in Minnesota I’ve never seen an April like this. Did I pass through some hidden wardrobe on my way back from Hawaii, into Narnia, the land where it is always winter and never Christmas?
Despite longing for sunshine, green grass, budding trees, and milder days, I am full of gratitude for the beauty all around me! It is snowstorms like this in April that keep Minnesota a well-kept secret. You have to really love the lakes and woods and beauty of it stay here through the inconveniences of winter weather.
I feel compassion for all the birds and creatures that following nature’s call are migrating north or birthing young in this weather. How blessed I am to have a warm house and plenty of food.
One of these days the snow will stop falling and the grass will be green. And this April will become a memory looked back to with “I remember when…”.
The View from my bedroom window
Where there was open water yesterday morning, now a layer of ice with skiffs of snow
Snow on branches
Heavily burdened evergreen branches
Snow sculpture
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