Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? Or are ye angels, bearing home The host unseen Of truant spirits, to be clad Again in green? ~John B. Tabb, “Phantoms”
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? Or are ye angels, bearing home The host unseen Of truant spirits, to be clad Again in green? ~John B. Tabb, “Phantoms”
You’ve noticed the theme lately. Snow! It’s going to be in the 60’s next week, needless to say I won’t be having any. However thanks to the internet I can enjoy the snow all over the world! Our next stop on my tour is Minneapolis, in which Neil is walking his dogs Cabal and Lola. …
Kathleen Rear 