Along The Quiet Lanes


The new day dawned this morning in a haze of soft white snow. Light crept across the  fields and roads , over all the peaceful woods and  houses. Soft blues, and pinks, each snowflake  turned into  a shimmering jewel - spider webs among the frozen leaves became  glittering  as if there  had never been a day as fresh and as white  and beautiful as this one. I just adore snow! What a wonderful day  for exploring the back of my wardrobe,  dreams and stories.....

 'Next moment she found that what was rubbing against her face and hands was no longer soft fur but something hard and rough and even prickly. "Why, it is just like branches of trees!" exclaimed Lucy. And then she saw that there was a light ahead of her; not a few inches away where the back of the wardrobe ought to have been, but a long way off. Something cold and soft was falling on her. A moment later she found that she was standing in the middle of a wood at night-time with snow under her feet and snowflakes falling through the air. Lucy felt a little frightened, but she felt very inquisitive and excited as well. She looked back over her shoulder and there, between the dark tree trunks; she could still see the open doorway of the wardrobe and even catch a glimpse of the empty room from which she had set out. (She had, of course, left the door open, for she knew that it is a very silly thing to shut oneself into a wardrobe.) It seemed to be still daylight there. "I can always get back if anything goes wrong," thought Lucy. She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood towards the other light. In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next, she heard a pitter patter of feet coming towards her. And soon after that a very strange person stepped out from among the trees into the light of the lamp-post'  (C.S.Lewis)

Like a little girl running after  a white rabbit  in a land of wanders, through a looking  glass, reading one of my favorite books on my new phone....

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” (Lewis Carroll)

Along the quiet lanes, beneath silver boughs, not a breath of wind does stir. Hushed are all noises and soft are all words - unhurried my steps hushed by the snow silent softness. Just one amazing white day. Of course trains are cancelled, traffic has stopped, and if I go outside the air is filled the the scent of the smoke , the fireplaces are lit this afternoon, it is just  wonderful to sit by a warm fire, read a book, drink some hot tea, eat a cupcake or  five - this is the Shire in Winter !

Winter in the Shire

1 comment:

janitor said...

Silence of the Heart. :-)