Jonas

Jonas visited and left us with a modest snowfall, cold weather and, for myself, a cold. So I leave you today with a poem by Robert Frost and a photo from our farm.

A Patch of Old Snow

There’s a patch of old snow in a corner

   That I should have guessed

Was a blow-away paper the rain

   Had brought to rest.

 

It is speckled with grime as if

   Small print overspread it,

The news of a day I’ve forgotten-

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The ornamental fishpond in winter.

   If I ever read it.