Ice Storm 2026

I was hoping to upload a pic from our recent ice storm but some glitch is preventing me. In the meantime, enjoy this excerpt from one of my favorite short stories “The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. “This is a delightful spot,” he said, “we must ask the Hail on a visit.” So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.” (The Selfish Giant, by Oscar Wilde)

An Original Poem


In the stain glass village by the stain glass sea;

Up the stain glass steps beyond the stain glass tree, 

The stain glass stoa by the stain glass tower

Under stain glass sky with a stain glass glour, 

Glistens in the gloaming for a stain glass hour.


The stain glass fishers from the stain glass shore

And the stain glass merchant from his stain glass store

With the stain glass cobbler wearing stain glass shoes

in the stain glass pub gossip stain glass news.

When the stain glass sun sets in a low’ring creep, 

The stain glass village nestles for a stain glass sleep.

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