Instead of fireballs and lightning bolts, our gift from the heavens was a massive snowstorm yesterday. Forget Nostradamus and Punxsutawney Phil -- apparently the real prognosticator was Robert Frost. How apropo is his poem "Fire and Ice"?
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Our kitty, Ozzy, also got to enjoy his first snow. He wasn't so keen on going outside yesterday when the snow was blowing all around, but he was excited to wander around for a bit today.
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