Folks, don't be fooled. Mr. Falke is merely writing exceedingly fine prose in order to continue to publicly shame me because I've never read Wind in the Willows. Every single time we go out for coffee, or catch a game down at the local roller-derby velodrome, or just pick up our slide-whistles and jam for a while, it's Wind in the Willows this and Wind in the Willows that. NON. STOP. Mr. Falke, I demand this micro-aggression cease. I have ordered the book.
YES! The Wind in the Willows, it is the best book, my friend, as you know I know. Read it! Read it again and again! And when you have finished, since you are a pro, read about the encounter between E. H. Shepard and Kenneth Grahame. You will not forget it.
another gem, damon. just so lovely. I have read it three times just to be there for a while longer.
That's such a beautiful compliment. Thank you, Tabby Ivy.
Folks, don't be fooled. Mr. Falke is merely writing exceedingly fine prose in order to continue to publicly shame me because I've never read Wind in the Willows. Every single time we go out for coffee, or catch a game down at the local roller-derby velodrome, or just pick up our slide-whistles and jam for a while, it's Wind in the Willows this and Wind in the Willows that. NON. STOP. Mr. Falke, I demand this micro-aggression cease. I have ordered the book.
YES! The Wind in the Willows, it is the best book, my friend, as you know I know. Read it! Read it again and again! And when you have finished, since you are a pro, read about the encounter between E. H. Shepard and Kenneth Grahame. You will not forget it.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I rest my case.
Bingo! Another great read and photos.
Thank you, sir. It's kind of you to give these pieces attention. But, of course, I follow everything you do on JUKE too!
A beautiful piece of writing Damon, lovely images throughout especially the snow . It held me in a hushed and hopeful moment.
So beautiful, Kristen. I am glad the work should touch you so.
❤️
Great metaphors here & the fervent hope that winter will end. Ah...Let it be true.
YES! The metaphors...sometimes they hold our moments.
Beautiful essay.
Living with the snow and waiting for the unbelievable transformation to spring in a rare pleasure and good for contemplation of the big picture.
May you hear sing sparrows singing soon.
Thank you, Jim. Warm of you to see these things.
Ha Ha
My auto correct can be so annoying.
As previously stated, I love this essay but my comment should conclude,”May you hear Song Sparrows singing soon”
Auto correct destroys us all. I completely understand!
Yes, there is a loss, too. I am so glad you respond to this. It something people who do NOT love snow fail to see.
Your description is just right, Connie. Deep wilderness and spiritual stamina... I couldn’t have described it better than that. Absolutely beautiful.