Wednesday, December 07, 2005


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,

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