Historical and contemporary aspects of my beautiful island home. The landscape, the flora and fauna and my family will be among the treasures found in in these pages.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Winter in Hawke Hills
"During the winter I am content--or try to think I am. For all practical purposes nature is at a standstill. . . . there is a wonderful joy in leaving behind the noisy city streets and starting out along the white road that leads across the hills. With each breath of the sharp, reviving air one seems to inhale new life. A peace as evident as the sunshine on the fields takes possession of one's inner being. The trivial cares which fretted like a swarm of mosquitoes are driven away by the first sweep of wind that comes straight from the mountains. . . . The intense silence that broods over the snow-bound land is a conscious blessing. The deep blue of the sky and the purple shadows cast by the trees and plants are a feast to the eye. The crunch of the snow-rind beneath our feet .... is music to our ears. "
- Frances Theodora Parsons
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