EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO: A SNOWBOUND KIND OF DAYS - The Village Of Hur |
(03/05/2021) |
IN CASE YOU CAN'T REMEMBER WINTER By Bob Weaver - February, 2003
![]() The skyline of "The Knob" It was not a blizzard like Whittier's famous poem "Snowbound," but it was a snowbound kind of day yesterday in the Village of Hur, with little traffic and little movement. The highways were hazardous, a time to settle back and read, talk and eat lots of comfort food. A time to consider the tiniest of blessings, enjoy the cats and dogs and watch the birds. And even time to read Whittier's poem, one more time.
![]() Rick Fitzwater being a good neighbor, plowing the snow
All day the gusty north-wind bore
![]() The famous Hur outhouse, featured on web sites and public radio
A solitude made more intense
![]() Flashy red cardinal, the male
Beyond the circle of our hearth
![]() Not so flashy cardinal, the female
We minded that the sharpest ear
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