Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My script of joy, immortal diet,
y bottle of salvation.
My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Snow, beautiful snow has landed generously on our valley. It is glorious. The pristine covering over all that is shabby and unkempt delights the eye.

It is certain, that as it continues, it will become bothersome.
It will become 'snirt' and dismal. We will wish it gone.

In the meantime, I'm a little kid with the enjoyment of it, and as The Neighbor is faithfully scattering feed for our bird friends, the crisp, clean air is filled with song. Lovely.

God thunders marvelously with His voice;
He does great things which we cannot comprehend.
For He says to the snow,
Fall on the earth;...
God brings to a standstill by severe weather
the hand of every man;
...that all men who He has made
may know His sovereign power and their subjection to it.
~Job 37.5-7, Amplified
[The darling squirrel was captured by David Elder, East Kibride, UK. I credit and thank him!]


  1. It is lovely, isn't it. A day of tea and visits here. I love Mr. Nutkin.

  2. "snirt". Now that is an excellent word. Snowy footprints, Nan.

  3. Cute little squirrel! Nothing beats
    a white blanket of snow.

  4. Love the photo....we have several of those little critters scurrying around our backyard. I'm not sure I have the same attitude about snow as you we have had "enough already!" :)

    Love your banner photo...thought I'd stumbled upon a passage to Narnia when I first saw it!
    (Hugs to all)