The Bugles of Dreamland

Swiftly the dews of the gloaming are falling: Faintly the bugles of Dreamland are calling. O hearken, my darling, the elf-flutes are blowing, The shining-eyed folk from the hillside are flowing, I’ the moonshine the wild-apple blossoms are snowing, And louder and louder where the white dews are falling The far-away bugles of Dreamland are […]

Snow Storm

Morning is here and the deck is covered in snow, at least six inches. The snow has just started again, falling in big picturesque flakes and we are expecting about ten inches today and another eight tomorrow.  Needless to say I am glad to be stationed safely at home, not having to travel.  We have […]

“On the first day of winter, the earth awakens to the cold touch of itself. Snow knows no other recourse except this falling, this sudden letting go over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees. Snow puts beauty back into the withered and malnourished, into the death-wish of nature and the deliberate way winter […]

“Shall we liken Christmas to the web in a loom?  There are many weavers, who work into the pattern the experience of their lives. When one generation goes, another comes to take up the weft where it has been dropped. The pattern changes as the mind changes, yet never begins quite anew. At first, we […]