Coffee Break · Good Morning

Winter Snowstorm

The town, and many surrounding, closed down for Monday’s winter storm. The snow was wet, piling on tree branches and leaving the yard and streets heavily covered.

This morning, Al finished blowing snow from the driveway and sidewalks. After a break, he hauled the snowblower into the back yard and made paths for the Scampers. They had a lot of fun running up and down the new alleyways and making new paths from one to another, bounding through deep drifts.

They’re now taking a nap, while we are waiting to move the laundry from washing machine to dryer.

It’s been nice to have a (severe) winter storm during which we did not lose power. Although there was a lot of heavy snow, the winds never got to blizzard strength. And not having to depend on landlines for telephone/Internet service also is reassuring; we did charge up the emergency batteries for the phones and tablets.

Nature · Poetry

Weekend Assignment for Writing 201 – Favorite Poem

I appreciate so many of Wendell Berry’s poems. This one has perhaps struck me more forcibly because I am acutely aware of the environment around me, having grown up half a block from the nearest farm, at the edge of town, and spending my summers free from dawn until dusk in (Near, Mother. Just near…) sloughs and creeks, lakes and rivers in the dirt-rich lands and the rocky hills at the eastern edge of the Red River Valley of the North.

A selection from “A Poem on Hope”

It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow old,
For hope must not depend on feeling good
And there is the dream of loneliness at absolute midnight.
You also have withdrawn belief in the present reality
Of the future, which surely will surprise us, …

Full text: https://johnsuhar.wordpress.com/2010/12/30/wendell-berry-a-poem-on-hope/
Video of Wendell Berry reading his poem: http://billmoyers.com/content/poetry-readings-by-wendell-berry/