tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post113477079289558682..comments2024-02-24T03:24:24.785-05:00Comments on writing as jo(e): Snow at dawnjo(e)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1134855409042580032005-12-17T16:36:00.000-05:002005-12-17T16:36:00.000-05:00beautiful Jo(e)just beautifulbeautiful Jo(e)<BR/><BR/>just beautifulsee-through faithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10130170262035064482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1134841546955402032005-12-17T12:45:00.000-05:002005-12-17T12:45:00.000-05:00I refused to play Pachelbel's Canon at my wedding ...I refused to play Pachelbel's Canon at my wedding for just that reason, Jo(e). I thought I was the only one that found it terribly sad. <BR/><BR/>You make me wish for woods in my neighborhood. I'll have to walk to the nearby lake and make believe.halloweenloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05226515861332754382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1134837685827576902005-12-17T11:41:00.000-05:002005-12-17T11:41:00.000-05:00My house is just a little house in a subdivision o...My house is just a little house in a subdivision of little houses, but I found a lot all the way in the back, on a half acre. At the back of a lot is a thin strip of woods. I've left a bit of meadow beyond for the rabbits, an occasional deer, and the groundhog. The woods cut off beyond a decrepit wire farm fence, where a bluff drops 10 feet or more to a train track. Across the train track, the land sweeps down to a creek some twenty feet across. In the summer, poison ivy and thick undergrowth keep me mostly out, but in the winter when snow falls, I pick my way over the fence and walk the top of the bluff behind my neighbors' yard until it bows to become a three-foot jump. I hope down and cross the tracks to visit the stream. We have not so much snow here, not so often, but walking through snowy woods, or woods any time of year, always restores me and reminds me that I belong as much outdoors as in. And in my back yard, I've begun to grow another little world, to bring the woods forward, nearer the garden.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1134829744962503262005-12-17T09:29:00.000-05:002005-12-17T09:29:00.000-05:00Sfrajett: Wow. That is one of the most lyrical co...Sfrajett: Wow. That is one of the most lyrical comments I've ever gotten.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1134795511051219162005-12-16T23:58:00.000-05:002005-12-16T23:58:00.000-05:00I am so jealous! I grew up in the New England woo...I am so jealous! I grew up in the New England woods, and I miss them so. The city is so flat, and grey, and buzzing, and the moon is a dirty smudge that you have to walk outside around the apartment building to even see. Being in the quiet woods after you've been in the city is so intimate, like slipping naked into bed with someone, like waking up. And the snow is even better. Thanks for bringing it all back to me for a lovely minute.Sfrajetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18028612571210445296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1134787672558242282005-12-16T21:47:00.000-05:002005-12-16T21:47:00.000-05:00It sounds so beautiful. You're so lucky to have i...It sounds so beautiful. You're so lucky to have it all at your back door.listiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03531432035830658570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1134782184633021482005-12-16T20:16:00.000-05:002005-12-16T20:16:00.000-05:00Lovely. I can picture you making your way through...Lovely. I can picture you making your way through the snowy woods. And the houseful of noisy kids, too!Yankee, Transferredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06627693160131161133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1134773499072004632005-12-16T17:51:00.000-05:002005-12-16T17:51:00.000-05:00Easy to see why you are successful teaching writin...Easy to see why you are successful teaching writing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com