Th Winter, Bebong, is a symphony if you listen with your heart.
The creak and crisp rustle of the trees as they settle into the cold.
The quiet conversation of Chickadees among the branches.
Go... add the squeaking, crunching rhythm of your steps and your breath to it all.
Sadly, the canoes are put away at this time of year. However, it is a perfect time to check on your snowshoes and plan a winter trek. I always had to be particularly careful as my cabin mates were prone to eating mine.
Well you are indeed stocked up. At least with my rantings. I signed so many books and Summy would often offer to sign some on my behalf to be handed out. Even with my duplicities I found this dishonest. So I can assure you those signatures are mine. https://t.co/KXqhRsgKQK
@ABelaney @CLAChristopher @PeetaSmith Amik builds a cache to see him through the Winter. I've learned to do the same. You never know when the flood will wash away something vital to your existence
@CLAChristopher @Lairy_Book@PeetaSmith Oh my. Three volumes in one edition. What an interesting concept. I must confess that Tales of an Empty Cabin is probably the work of which I am most proud. However, the three you have have always seemed to be the most popular.
Ah the Solstice. It is the return of the light that has prompted so many other cultures to superimpose their most sacred of observances on this occurrence.
I wish all of you who do me the honour of your attention to my blatherings my deepest, and most sincere best wishes.
@WaterTroll Of course, there is no need for me to tell you niijii Kevin how dear to me Ahmik is.
Perhaps with his return some of his wisdom will also return to the continent.
I often think of what I would say if I could have made that radio address to the children of England. It was later published as a pamphlet... but I see that of little regard. If I could make that address now...
Christmas Address to the Children https://t.co/ecygvUYlH1
In 1937 I was in Britain during the holiday season and was asked to make a radio address to the children of England...
Censored https://t.co/IsAVW4pzmL
@CLAChristopher @Lairy_Book@PeetaSmith I dare say, if a Spirit could blush...
But in hindsight, I must even marvel at my audacity to return to Hastings.
With the dancing of Geesis and Neebageesis the light begins to return creating a truly magical time of year. That magic can even extend to we Spirits as I humbly offer of this spectral experience for your seasonal pleasure
'Twas the Night of the Solstice https://t.co/JOhKjKa6z5
@MeldrumMarjorie@TTLastSpring Jellyroll earned her name by means of a penchant for her namesake.
I must admit that her shape reflected that appetite... and that was fine.