“Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow….”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the snow mounds up on the front porch, we get out the poetry books and enjoy reading prose about snow. This morning, I could not sleep, the clock read 4:46 am. I ran to the window and threw open my curtains… it appeared dusky but light… the sky was white and the whole scene was full of snow. It’s crazy, but I tiptoed to the front closet, pulled on my snow boots, and ventured outside. I needed to know what KIND of snow it was, you know, was it the fluffy, dusty kind? Or was it the slightly wet, packable kind of which snowballs and snow forts are made?
It is definitely packable. That means we shall have an enormous snow fort today, right in the front yard. Get out the mittens, scarves, and extra socks. Put a pot of milk on the stove, for the neighborhood children SHALL come and we will have a Snow Party!
I’m glad I bought that extra pack of jumbo marshmallows, and the can of Redi Whip. Hot Cocoa is just so much better with marshmallows or White Whip on the top, sprinkled with a bit of chocolate shavings.
Hmmm… Maybe even some colored sugar? We do it up right here at the Cottage.
After I came in the house, I gathered all the poetry books and placed them on our Kitchen Table. We will have a lovely time reading poems aloud and talking about their meaning. Who knows, perhaps a new poem will be conceived today among my young companions.