Christmas Train display at St. Croix Chocolates
Photo by J. Harrington
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not a Norfolk Pine, it's a ....?
Photo by J. Harrington
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Our return trip included a stop at Prairie Restorations to remind ourselves the North Country isn't all snow and cold all the time. Once home, we briefly watched chickadees and woodpeckers piling in to the feeders. Come dog-walking time we'll do a refill of the sunflower seeds and suet and check the heated bird bath water supply. To be candid, I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward more to the arrival of Christmas or the thaw forecast to arrive mid-week. Fortunately, they're not mutually exclusive. With a little luck, we get to have both.
To One Coming North
By Claude McKay
At first you'll joy to see the playful snow,Like white moths trembling on the tropic air,Or waters of the hills that softly flowGracefully falling down a shining stair.And when the fields and streets are covered whiteAnd the wind-worried void is chilly, raw,Or underneath a spell of heat and lightThe cheerless frozen spots begin to thaw,Like me you'll long for home, where birds' glad songMeans flowering lanes and leas and spaces dry,And tender thoughts and feelings fine and strong,Beneath a vivid silver-flecked blue sky.But oh! more than the changeless southern isles,When Spring has shed upon the earth her charm,You'll love the Northland wreathed in golden smilesBy the miraculous sun turned glad and warm.
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