It was pretty where it was untouched...
And then there is the practical reality of snow...
And where man and nature mix, it can still look lovely...
Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above, Would drain the ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
2 comments:
The snow is pretty! Well, we may get some rain. In fact, because of the rain, we are postponing our weekend get away.
I was wondering about that. It is good that you will be with Bozie when the weather is less than ideal!
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