Tuesday, January 16, 2018 by lifeonthecutoff
. . . But while the earth has slumbered, all the air has been alive with feathery flakes descending, as if some northern Ceres reigned, showering her silvery grain over all the fields.We sleep, and at length awake to the still reality of a winter morning. The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window-sill; the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim and private light, which enhances the snug cheer within.
From A Winter Walk by Henry David Thoreau
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Lovely and peaceful – both the words and the photo. The opposite of the gale winds, rain and hail we’re getting in West Clare at the moment.
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Thanks, Janet. We have had some pretty strong winds here too, lately, but sounds like your weather is much more “biting”. Stay warm – and keep feeding “da mayor”. 🙂
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What a beautiful photo and the words are a perfect match..The only snow scenes I see are in photos so thank you 🙂
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Thank you, Carol. I’ll try to post more snow, for we have quite a bit of it right now. 🙂 At least today the sun is shining.
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A bit of sunshine definitely makes us feel better doesn’t it? I look forward to seeing the snow scenes 🙂
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Just what I needed this morning…beautiful!
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Thank you, Jill. Have a good – and warm – day.
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So lovely, Penny! Peaceful, winter walks in nature are a such wonderful way to find ‘the snug cheer within.’ Sending a flurry of warm hugs your way! ♡
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Warm hugs appreciated, Dawn. Thank you. I love winter walks as well, but, still a bit cold today. Enjoy the sunshine.
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It’s warm here on the coast of Northern California but there is snow in the Sierra Nevada. A beautiful poem Penny and a warm hug to you.
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I’ll keep that warm hug around me today, Gerlinde, and I thank you.
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So beautiful and serene. Thanks for posting this. I appreciate living in a warm home while seeing the beauty outside.
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I’m appreciating a warm home as well, Janet, and today’s sunshine. It was so gray yesterday (and so was I 🙂 ) You are most welcome. I love Thoreau.
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Girl, we had a foot of snow this week. I may have a nervous breakdown.
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Yikes! A foot is a whole lotta of snow. I usually like snow, but, am weary of it right now. At least today the sun is out. 🙂
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Magic is the only word.
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It felt magical, Nan, though today I’m a little tired of snow. I need to take a good walk. 🙂
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The snow sounds so nurturing in this beautiful quote from Thoreau. I hope it is for you too Penny.
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Thank you, Juliet. There is much beauty in snow that Thoreau helps us enjoy. 🙂
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Oh Thoreau makes it seem so beautiful to of accept each season as it comes and to take pleasure in the joys of each — something I’ve never been able to achieve (and I’m aware that’s a problem deeper than the four seasons of the year). Thanks for the reminder to keep trying.
(Less philosophically, I hope that you get a few sun breaks soon so that you can get outside for a quick walk . And I hope that you are taking some pleasure in quiet (hibernation, my daughter calls her winter — she says she couldn’t live without that season in her life.)
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Sallie, the past few days have been amazingly sunny and warmer (much warmer) with some pretty, amazing sunrises and sunsets and a change to walk about a bit. I have taken a few small walks and even went through the car wash! 🙂
Thoreau does make all seem beautiful.
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What a treasure we have in Thoreau’s writings, and you’ve paired them with such beauty and stillness! What exactly is protruding from the snow in the foreground, Penny? The “sticks” must be grass or bare shrubbery of some sort? Although the landscape is stark, it is really a mesmerizing photo!
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They, and Thoreau, are a treasure, indeed. Thank you, Debra.
Yes. What you see protruding are primarily grasses and other some plants. You can see more further back into the woods. Some of these will bloom in spring, others in fall. They really add to winter interest. You might be interested to know that the shelter, in the background, was constructed by the Citizens Conservation Corps (CCC) during the Great Depression.
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