When we announced we were moving to Connecticut from Georgia, so many people told us we were crazy because of the snow, and I admit the roads can be a bit of a challenge, but then there are mornings like this, when we have no where to go and we woke to a winter wonderland. The snow is coming steadily down; the quiet is only interrupted by the sound of St. 
Edwards bells calling us to Mass. Dig out the poems of Robert Frost, put a pot roast in the oven, turn on the jazz music, warm up the hot chocolate and enjoy the good company, the scene out the window is just what it must be for the tiny people who live in the houses of the snow globes that sit on our shelves (the shaking up process must be a bit traumatic)
Edwards bells calling us to Mass. Dig out the poems of Robert Frost, put a pot roast in the oven, turn on the jazz music, warm up the hot chocolate and enjoy the good company, the scene out the window is just what it must be for the tiny people who live in the houses of the snow globes that sit on our shelves (the shaking up process must be a bit traumatic)Bless Us Lord this Winter,
With Quietness of Mind.
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