Just2Gypsies in the Snow...

Snow has been falling for 3 days now...Giant feathery flakes drifting downward, or fog-dense flurries of tiny sparkling flakes...but always snow.  It hinders our farm work, to say the least--slogging through snowdrifts, making endless trips with buckets of water and feed. At day's end, we have aching arms and tired backs. But even then, it is hard to ignore winter's silent  beauty...






It sifts from Leaden Sieves —
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road —

It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain —
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again —

It reaches to the Fence —
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces —
It deals Celestial Vail

To Stump, and Stack — and Stem —
A Summer’s empty Room —
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them —

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen —
Then stills its Artisans — like Ghosts —
Denying they have been —


Emily Dickinson






Most days, when our evening chores are done, Siobhan and I have just enough energy left to sled down the biggest hill in our pasture...at least once!  Snow is a wondrous thing--it brings out the inner child in all of us...