Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life - Rachel Carson
Monday, November 19, 2012
“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.”
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. -Ruth Stout... I love winter, Coffee and I seek mystery In life.