The snow is beautiful, but sometimes a little unwelcome when you have places to go. We have a four day weekend coming up and I hope to enjoy it more then! I got the kiddos to school alright this morning, thanks to the plows doing their thing. Micah has a chiropractor appointment for little Thatcher in Bemidji at 1:40 today. I'll sit with Adele and Sully. I hope it stops snowing before she goes. I think it's supposed to. I'll be praying for safe travel and she will pick up Audrey and Hazel on her way home.
We had more -25 weather the other morning (again!). I'm losing track of which days things happen, lol. I think it was a couple of days ago. I was trying to capture some of the sun dogs which appeared thanks to the cold air.
I'm currently reading The Bride of Ivy Green, which is the third book of a trilogy by Julie Klassen. I'm enjoying it a lot. I think I may have read all of her books now! She keeps putting them out, but I may have a long wait for the next one.
a la Jody) so I can get some exercise outside during the winter. Very unlike me, but it might be an adventure. During our upcoming four day school break I may take the kids outside to play in the snow. They're starting to feel cooped up. The temps should be fairly mild.
I don't often post literary quotes here, but this one popped up in my email this morning and I thought it was very insightful. I get a daily C.S. Lewis excerpt in my email and some (most)of them are really good. Sometimes I post them on Facebook.
"Where we have traditional poetry there will be epithets and metrical
devices which are the offspring of no single human temperament; wherever
we have ancient poetry at all, there will be language which was
commonplace to the writers but which time has turned into beauty;
wherever we get misunderstanding – as in the common, beautiful,
mistranslation of Virgil’s lacrimae rerum – there will be poetry
that no poet wrote. Every work of art that lasts long in the world is
continually taking on these new colours which the artist neither foresaw
nor intended. We may, as scholars, detect and endeavor to exclude,
them. We may, as critics, decide that such adventitious beauties are in a
given case meretricious and trivial compared with those which the
artist deliberately wrought. But all that is beside the purpose. Great
or small, fortunate or unfortunate, they have been poetically enjoyed.
And that is enough for my purpose. There can be poetry without a poet."
From The Personal Heresy by C.S. Lewis
God bless us every one, and everyone enjoy your particular weather wherever you may be! :)
Shalom for now!