these winter nights against my window pane
nature with busy pencil draws designs
of ferns and blossoms and fine sprigs of pines,
oak-leaf and acorn, and fantastic vines,
which she will make when summer comes again . .
a quote from thomas bailey aldrich (1836-1907)
(excerpted from the farmer's daily almanac, friday, february 6, 2026)
(i remember often waking to these etchings on my window as a child, but these days i no longer find them. i'm not sure if that is because our windows are thicker and better made, or if the winters really are not as cold anymore.)
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a nor'easter began rolling in around 6:00 in the evening . .
we had fettucini alfredo and a salad which was supposed to have been greg's birthday dinner (but instead had the treats from korrina that night) . .
and photos from morgan:
a new table and chairs bought on sale which they had been thinking about for awhile . .
it folds up!
and the latest knitting project which night be a vest, or maybe a sweater . .
london is blooming! (plum blossoms?)
very different from here:
9:00 this evening . .
good night! more pics in the morning.
I remember this too
ReplyDeleteBut my childhood homes never had central heating , which I think stops the beautiful window art
Beautiful poem
Siobhan x
Oh . . maybe . . we had central heating but perhaps we didn't put it up as high as we do now. Or maybe it was just colder.
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