Saturday, December 11, 2010


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

The Snow-Storm by Emerson

MN is having a blizzard, maybe the biggest since '91! This morning we went on a snow-hike. We stopped for coffee and rested in snow-recliners in a snow bank. We shoveled and shoveled and shoveled. We gazed through icy eyelashes at everything made beautiful with a fresh blanket of snow. Tonight we'll sit by the radiant fire.