"Every winter, when the great sun has turned his face away, the earth goes down into a vale of grief, and fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -- then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Charles Kingsley
6 comments:
gorgeousand I love the verse too
This vale of grief is still so skillfully captured. Awesome...Thomas
The words you chose just add to the beauty of the photo.
Lovely.
Mary, I'm glad you are not a forest ranger or a jockey, otherwise I don't think you'd be writing this beautiful blog. Thank you for the verse, the photos, and happy holidays!
Another beautiful landscape. The mood is so wonderful.
Such a beautiful quote.
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