The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.


Milk in the fridge, food in the freezer and cabinets.  Heat.   Blankets.  Coats, hats, gloves and boots.

We are blessed.  Arctic temperatures are moving in along with a winter storm and the promise of lots of snow (those naughty weathermen have made this promise before!) and I can’t help but think what a luxury it is to look at snow and see only beauty in that blanket of white. It is with great guilt that I delight in the stark loveliness of the wintry landscape…

May God have mercy upon the poor, the homeless, those for whom these freezing temperatures and falling snow represent only suffering.  If you have any old blankets or used candles, please consider taking them to a local shelter.  A blanket and a little light can make all the difference on a bitterly cold night.

Blessings,