Wednesday, December 08, 2010

 

The Long View



In Arden Park, the whole world has changed. Minnehaha Creek has frozen over, and is now just a path. The snow blankets everything, creating stillness, enforcing Advent. By the bridge, they opened up the fire hydrant and froze the rink, which now glistens in what sunlight there is. And the closed-up building I have wondered about has opened and is full of life; it is the warming hut for the skaters.

I had forgotten this about the change of seasons, that it doesn't just change but transforms the world into something different, beautiful and full in its own way.

Comments:
It looks cold.
 
Yes, but not in the warming hut. There is usually a fireplace, hot chocolate and a fair amount of kissing in a warming hut.
 
RRL, is it true that you are very busy, and also very conservative?
 
A beautiful song to go with these photos: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUr964PWfck
The First Snowflake
The Boy Least Likely To
 
We are blessed to live in such a beautiful world.
 
RRL is busier than you think. His posts are too-infrequent jewels of wisdom that we get blessed to read here and there.
The fact that his sage wisdom is around to protect us, comforts my conservative soul.

Just read his post above and smile at knowledge you've gained.
 
It was imperceptible at first, but as December rolled into January Razorites noticed that more and more of Prof. Osler's posts had something to do with snow. Or Winter. Or being cold. Or old Jack London stories.

No one notices when people go mad. Its when they go completely around the bend that everyone starts to recall the first signs...
 
I think the bit about the dog yesterday is when I knew he was losing it...
 
But the dog is looking at me! He's staring right at me!
 
Osler, the key question is 'was the dog talking to you?
 
I love the idea of a "warming hut." It's so . . .sensible. Kind. Curious. Funny. Like, whose idea was it to build a warming hut? Why would anyone do that, except out of thoughtfulness? (or a place to kiss, I guess . . .)

I can't think of the Southern equivalent of a warming hut.
 
The dog was asking Osler if he could meet Pickles. The dog would like to know how to take revenge against its owner for making it wear a sweater.

And I agree (for once) with RRL - It looks cold.
 
Swissgirl - in the south we have bourbon.
 
Warming house, not hut. Get the terminalogy correct. And yes, a far amount of snuggling and what not goes on in the warming house as I recall. Found memories of both the warming house and the rink, skating below zero. Ah, nostolgia.
 
Sorry, can't spell nostalgia correctly. Rats!
 
Madness, and in my opinion, Parenthood, is like that frog in the water. They put the frog in the water and they SLOWWWWWLY heat it up He does not realize until it is way too late what he has gotten himself into.

AND that dog? That dog is in cahoots with Pickles. He looks verrrry shifty.
 
Post a Comment



<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?

#