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Quiet Time |
The inspiration for the page's title came from a quote by Katrina Mayer: "Winter reminds us that everyone and everything needs some quiet time." That's undoubtedly true. But I'd rather have my quiet time with the thermometer sitting somewhere around 85 degrees. I was born on the first day of Summer and that pretty much set my internal thermostat for life. Luckily for me, when I made my appearance, it was in a subtropical zone and I've been very happy to stay there. The only disappointing thing about my geographical situation is that we rarely get snow in this part of the world. And snow seems quite magical when you only see it once every 8-10 years or so. When it does happen, it's cause for celebration almost on the scale of a Mardi Gras parade day. The schools close and there are hourly bulletins on TV telling us how close we are to accumulating an actual inch or two. There's rarely enough snow to make a respectable snowman, but we all build itty bitty snowmen in our front yards and happily take pictures of our creations. After it's been awhile since the last snowfall, I find myself looking longingly at pictures of snow online. And that's how this page came to be. There are lots of snow places to choose from but, with only one exception (from Scotland), the rest of the photos are all from England. I usually like to fill my pages with a lot of color, but I decided to transform most of these pictures into black and white and mute the color in the rest. (That was mostly because I had such fun color-spotting the red phone booths and post boxes.) But, even though it was fun making the page, after sifting through so many cold, icy winter pictures, I've decided that I may not be so anxious for a snowfall after all. All things considered, the subtropics are not a bad place to be in February! -- Nancy |
A Place I Used to Go There was a place I used to go when I was very young; when there was no world quite as real as the world of books and make-believe. Across a meadow, beneath the trees that lined a sparkling stream there was a magic land where I was king and others came by invitation only. Tom Sawyer used to drop around, and Huck and Becky Thatcher; and I remember one time Tarzan came and swam up and down the river. Rupert Brooke and Robert Burns would come and sit and write poems about wars and flowers. But mostly, I was there alone, watching the world around me; and wondering things like why the sky is blue and how much a grain of sand would weigh if I were an ant. I wish I could find that place again; but I've lost it, somewhere in the noise and hurry of my life. -- Jim Metcalf |
Go placidly among the noise and haste, Remember what peace there may be in silence. -- Max Ehrmann, from "The Desiderata" |
Take time to be quiet. -- Zig Ziglar |
Allow yourself to rest. Your soul speaks to you in the quiet moments between your thoughts. -- Unknown |
Fog settles over the evening and offers a place to sit, To rest for a quiet moment that the day will not permit. -- Ella Forbes |