“Brrrr”
Nancy is correct. Yesterday: 74°. This morning: 26°, feeling like 9°.
Today’s Mutts
Sliding on ice.
A January day
From Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Children.
Winter ahead
From The Atlantic: “If we treat this winter as normal, it will be anything but.”
A Verilux sale
My only connection to Verilux: I’m a happy customer. My Verilux doesn’t utterly rout grey skies, but it sure helps.
“Weeks of inward winter”
At Dreamers Rise, a passage from Charlotte Brontë’s Villette that seems made for these times.
Hat and gloves
It is cold or colder these days. Having just come in from a walk, I want to express my gratitude to my Carhartt Acrylic Watch Hat and my Caiman 2395 Heatrac gloves.
Frozen heads
Nailheads.
“Like winter”
Nancy and Sluggo are cold.
Winter afternoons
Dickinson’s poem sits in a folder in my head with Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush” and “Neutral Tones” and Ted Berrigan’s “A Certain Slant of Sunlight.”
Winter and spring
Verlyn Klinkenborg, sounding like Heraclitus.
Verlyn Klinkenborg: “old world,” “cold week”
My enthusiasm for Several Short Sentences about Writing prompted me to pick up The Rural Life.
Robert Walser: winter
“Then winter arrived.”
Got winter?
“Good morning! It got winter, didn’t it?”
Winter, ookyook
Winter is ukiuq, or ookyook.
Dirty February
"The dirty month of February," Jane Austen called it.