I came across this quote today while looking for another one. It made me almost nostaligic about winter time, even though I am hoping it will end soon.
In winter we lead a more inward life.
Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts whose windows and doors are half concealed but from whose chimneys smoke cheerfully ascends.
Henry David Thoreau
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Lovely--yet, I am find Thoreau rather an odd duck, but perhaps I just had to know him. He was quite social person.
I know -- he was an odd duck, but brilliant. I had a pretty severe crush on him in high school, you know. He was also quite homely, I guess. Louisa May Alcott once said that his facial and neck hair would preserve his vitue in perpetuity.
I love that you commented to my comment. That remark by LMA was a hoot. Also, I apologize for the errors. I get in a hurry. Three novels. I do not have that type of talent. But, teaching is really getting to be heartbreaking. I must find something, too.
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