Holiday Gratitude: Husbands with Chainsaws

How nice it is to mention going sledding and having a husband who drops what he’s doing to sharpen his chainsaw the day before a snowstorm. Down came a few “ironwood”  saplings (to be used for winter heating) and up we climbed the next day to have some fun.

You’re never too old to coast down a hill. The goats were not impressed.

WINTER IN STRATHEARN
by John Davidson

The twinkling Earn, like a blade in the snow,
The low hills scalloped against the high, 
The high hills leaping upon the low, 
And the amber wine in the cup of the sky, 
With the white world creaming over the rim, 
She watched; and a keen aroma rose, 
Embodied, a star above the snows; 
For when the west sky-edge grows dim, 
When lights are silver and shades are brown, 
Behind Torlum the sun goes down; 
And from Glenartney, night by night; 
The full fair star of evening creeps; 
Though spectral branches clasp it tight, 
Like magic from their hold it leaps. 
And reaches heaven at once. Her sight 
Gathers the star, and in her eyes 
She meekly wears heaven's fairest prize.

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  1. Annika Perry says:

    Adrienne, I love the snow photos and can feel that wonderful carefree joy of careering down the hills in a sledge! Also the poem is wonderful, quite magical. Keep snug and warm! 😀🎄

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    1. There’s a scary little thrill each time you go down that really lightens the mood!

      Annika,

      Have a wonderful holiday!

      Love,
      A

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  2. Love the photos – looks like all of you had a great time.

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    1. I was afraid of breaking a bone or two against a mammoth tree at the bottom of the hill, but it’s fun to scream sometimes.

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  3. Lovely post! Wishing you a happy Christmas season.

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    1. Merry Christmas, Cynthia!

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