Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
~Robert Lewis Stevenson
A warm smile on a frosty day.
Do you remember wearing tights when you were little?
I would guess ours were wool...because they itched so...
I sent Katie outside yesterday to follow a bunny trail.
She stayed out unusually long; half an hour :o)
She tells me she played, just played.
It's a start.
Camy called the other day and I asked her how long her children played outside.
She said, "Until I let them in."
She is one smart momma :o)
Encourage one another,