The North Wind Doth Blow ~ traditional
“The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then, Poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.”
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.~
“There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.” ~Ruth Stout
“Snow makes whiteness where it falls. The bushes look like popcorn-balls. The places where I always play Look like somewhere else today.”~
Snowball by Shel Silverstein
“I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be. I thought I’d keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it’s head. Then, last night it ran away. But first — it wet the bed.”~
“Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.” ~Stanley Crawford
“I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.” ~Bill Watterson
“Every mile is two in winter.” ~George Herbert
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
“Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.” ~Pietro Aretino
“Of winter’s lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart.”
~Charles G. Stater
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.”
~Bill Morgan, Jr.
“Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.” ~Author Unknown
Our back yard, our front yard, our farm pond, tiny church in Singers Glen, VA.