The Simple Life
by Sheryl Simons
It was 3:55 am. Looking toward the window, it was nearly
daylight out. My first thought was that I'd left the back porch
light on. I got up and walked from window to window marveling at the
diamonds that sparkled in the snow. There's nothing so beautiful as
a full moon on a snowy winter's night.
Wild rabbit paths crisscross the otherwise unbroken snow. The
tall blue spruce we planted in the back yard is dipped in globs of
glistening frosting. I decide to go for a walk. Even the 3 degrees
doesn't deter me, since the wind is perfectly quiet. It's crisp in
the fairy land of snow and ice.
I hoped to hear the coyotes eerie howling across the frozen
expanse of fields and forest that surround our farmhouse, but they
are quiet tonight. Only our golden retriever and I are moving about
in the stillness. She probably wonders why I am here since I usually
don't accompany her on her occasional trips out of doors in the
middle of the night. I wonder if she notices the incredible silent
beauty surrounding our crunchy steps. A rabbit shoots out from the
shadows and the dog gives chase.
A beauty such as this has one wondering of the master who
creates such an artwork. "Art" is not a big enough word for what I am
witnessing. Creation is the only word I can come up with. And if
this is a creation, is there not a creator?
The phrase, "Pure as the driven snow" and, of course the Robert Frost
poem that has always captured my heart, "Stopping by the Woods on a
Snowy Evening". But tonight, I don't want to think of ways to
describe this adventure. I only want to witness the tantalizing
phenomenon of a full moon in January.
My gaze fell on the frost clinging to the delicate branches of
my favorite serviceberry. There were shadows cast from branches like
thousands of spiderwebs and millions of stars taking a turn to shine.
The same stars that guided the ships that brought my ancestors to
The bitter cold seeped into my coat. I took a last look
around. It was an early morning walk I'm glad I didn't miss.
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We make our world by the life we lead,
By the friends we have, by the books we read,
By the pity we show in the hour of care,
By the loads we lift and the love we share.
~Alfred Grant Walton
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you....
In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each
other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet
stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout
One of my current pet theories is that the winter is a kind of
evangelist, more subtle than Billy Graham, of course, but of the same
stuff. ~Shirley Ann Grau
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Deep Fried Mushrooms
Heat oil in a pot or deep fryer to 350`. Wash mushrooms, and cut in
half, if desired. Mix up some thin pancake batter. You can add some
corn meal or bread crumbs and any seasoning you desire. Drop
mushrooms, several at a time into oil until light golden brown. You
can try onions and other veggies, too.
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