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February 12, 2014


That's a beautiful declaration for the rights of winter, Beth. In spite of gale force wind and hacking rain here, I'm sold!

"...and complicated curving branches written across the white page like Persian script."

Nice. That smaller tree on the left--like that one?

Crushballs: Leading to your present upright posture

I tell myself how lucky I am to live in a place with four full seasons, and to be able to celebrate each one. (The highest heat and humidity are more draining to me than the cold.)

Beth, I love the last reminiscence brought on by your snowball. Snow is kid stuff, I think. Sometimes it seems to suggest that what has happened since childhood hardly matters.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.