"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of our northern sky today, arrives the softest flurries of snow. While we will not be insulated in the "tumultuous privacy of storm" that Emerson wrote about, unless Nature really surprises us, we will enjoy this white dance of snowflakes on and off throughout the day. We'll see what I find when I go out into the garden later for my stroll!
If you have time to stroll in the garden today, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling:
Abbie at Farmer's Daughter
Linda at Vulture Peak Muse
Me here at the Quiet Country House
Margaret at Periodic Pearls
Jena at Married to the Farm
Ruth at Everyday Woman