The Night Wind ~ Eugene Field

Have you ever heard the wind go “Yooooo”?
    ’Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through and through
    With a strange and speechless fear.
’Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
    When folks should be asleep,
And many and many’s the time I’ve cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide
    Over the land and the deep:
“Whom do you want, O lonely night,
    That you wail the long hours through?”
And the night would say in its ghostly way,
    “Yoooooooo!
     Yoooooooo!
     Yoooooooo!”

My mother told me long ago
    (When I was a little lad)
That when the night went wailing so,
    Somebody had been bad;
And then, when I was snug in bed,
    Whither I had been sent,
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I’d think of what my mother’d said,
    And wonder what boy she meant!
And, “Who’s been bad today?” I’d ask
    Of the wind that hoarsely blew,
And the voice would say in its meaningful way,
    “Yoooooooo!
     Yoooooooo!
     Yoooooooo!”

That this was true I must allow —
    You’ll not believe it, though!
Yes, though I’m quite a model now,
    I was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
    Suppose you make the test;
Suppose, when you’ve been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
    From mother and the rest —
Suppose you ask, “Who has been bad?”
    And then you’ll hear what’s true,
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:
    “Yoooooooo!
     Yoooooooo!
     Yoooooooo!”


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Fifty Words for Snow by Nancy Campbell

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Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been suffering FOMO. All round the country are wonderful wintry scenes and here in South Lincolnshire it has remained stubbornly snow free. And then I remembered that the lovely Alison Menzies from Elliott and Thompson has sent me a surprise copy of Fifty Words for Snow by Nancy Campbell and so I’m delighted to review that book today.

Published by Elliott and Thompson, Fifty Words for Snow is available for purchase through the links here.

Fifty Words for Snow

Snow. Every language has its own words for the feather-like flakes that come from the sky. In Japanese we find Yuki-onna – a ‘snow woman’ who drifts through the frosted land. In Icelandic falls Hundslappadrifa – ‘big as a dog’s paw’. And in Maori we meet Huka-rere – ‘one of the children of rain and wind’.

From mountain tops and frozen seas to city…

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The Sound Of Silence In The Middle Of A Blizzard

24/24 – Train Driver’s Live Cab View – Norway – Winter Snow

Transform Your Kitchen Scraps into a Windowsill Garden

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Looking for something to do during the winter months that will make you excited for spring? Try making your own windowsill garden–it’s super easy, fun and you’ll have a head start on your spring garden planting.

Tip: Whenever I buy romaine lettuce, I wash, chop and store it with a paper towel in an airtight container so it will maintain freshness longer. The paper towel absorbs the excess moisture so the lettuce doesn’t get that gross, soggy texture. If it’s already chopped, I’m also more likely to eat it 🙂

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Anyway, I never really paid attention to throwing away the base of the lettuce until I read about re-growing it. All you need to do is cut the base about 2-3 inches from the end. Find a bowl or jar and fill it with about 2 inches of water. You don’t want too much water, as it will overpower the base…

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NO REASON… ERNEST HEMINGWAY

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“You expected to be sad in the fall.  Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light.  But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.  When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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EVERLASTING (MOBY)

WINTER IS DEAD

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“She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    “Winter is dead.”

A.A.MILNE

First day of snow

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In the good old days,
everyone says,
things were better.
It was better back then,
back when,
on winter mornings we’d open the blinds,
fingers crossed in mind,
excited upon seeing the first snow,
our faces would glow.

Grabbing snow suits,
and snow boots,
outside we’d run.
We’d play and jump,
just being happy and dumb,
throwing ourselves into the snow.
We’d smile at the sky,
without being shy,
extending our hands and smiles,
to all the other young and wilds.

Building igloos, snow angles and snowmen,
over and over again,
sledding and sliding,
screaming and fighting,
there would be snowball fights,
and we would quickly reunite,
reconciling in minutes,
there were just no limits.

No worries,
no fear,
nothing could come near.
We would just be,
flying carefree.
We would stand on that swing,
dance, and loudly we’d sing,
rocking higher and higher,
until some poor kid fell over.

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