|Home Sweet Home|
|Santa's Cottage in tiny Farkle Park|
next to the 1802 Tunnicliff Inn
|Kiosk in Farkle Park|
with clever snow-shedding roof.
|Baseball Hall of Fame|
|Ranking board at the Baseball Hall of Fame|
|Main St. house|
|Clark Foundation offices,|
Main Street by Cooper Park
Night-walk pictures by Michael, my husband
Fortunate you! Here we had a few hours of snow, followed by many of cold rain. This morning, there were a few flurries, but by the time I had settled in to work I think they were over--you'd need sharper eyes than mine to see them out the window, anyway.ReplyDelete
Farkle Park is a great name. Do adolescents often steal the signs for it?
I expect that is exactly why there is no sign! Not only do we have loads of adolescents, but we also get loads of imported tourist teens!Delete
Cold winter rain is horribly drear...
If I want to be certain whether this snow, I look out the window by the lamppost--it always lights up even the smallest flakes. Always hoping for a faun as well...
...though the temp wont ever
be cold in Seventh-Heaven, dear.
That made a little Herbert run through my head... A bit from "The Temper"--ReplyDelete
Although there were some forty heav'ns, or more,
Sometimes I peer above them all;
Sometimes I hardly reach a score;
Sometimes to hell I fall.
O rack me not to such a vast extent;
Those distances belong to thee:
The world's too little for thy tent,
A grave too big for me.