I have spent a lot of time over the last week locked up while the world around me was more than snow-covered. It’s the first time in my life that I have ever experienced this much snow. I live in Arkansas and it literally snowed six days in a row. Practically unheard of. After missing more school because of the road conditions, I felt like I needed some perspective. I bundled up, went outside, and took some pictures. I hope you enjoy my back yard, my puppies, my little slice of heaven.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.
Are you getting more snow than you bargained for?