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Friday, December 18, 2020

Night, village, snow

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

Village Library

Main St. house

Clark Foundation offices,
Main Street by Cooper Park

 Night-walk pictures by Michael, my husband


  1. 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.

    Farkle Park is a great name. Do adolescents often steal the signs for it?

    1. 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!

      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...

  2. Brrr!!!
    ...though the temp wont ever
    be cold in Seventh-Heaven, dear.

  3. That made a little Herbert run through my head... A bit from "The Temper"--

    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.


Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.