tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11542365.post4365586930982636184..comments2023-12-24T18:38:29.947-08:00Comments on Writing Down the Words: TodayPaulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14555472024981357622noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11542365.post-17818927871154238102013-12-15T07:34:26.132-08:002013-12-15T07:34:26.132-08:00Brian - "in our rest we are not dead but stil...Brian - "in our rest we are not dead but still alive and preparing to bloom" I like that!<br /><br />Tabor - there's 6 inches of white stuff on the ground. I love the snow!<br /><br />Me too, OOTP<br /><br />Thanks, Hilary. There isn't a season I don't like…<br /><br />Friko - I looked up the story of Frau Holle - thanks for teaching me something new :)<br /><br />JCN - HopePaulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14555472024981357622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11542365.post-92042211741607521662013-12-15T03:01:41.236-08:002013-12-15T03:01:41.236-08:00Winter has to be the season of hope. it is what g...Winter has to be the season of hope. it is what gets us through it. Mind you living in a town where it doesn't snow helps a lot too.J Cosmo Newberyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04459976320205444628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11542365.post-72773571940721660152013-12-14T19:56:53.892-08:002013-12-14T19:56:53.892-08:00I can confirm that snowflakes are he feathers that...I can confirm that snowflakes are he feathers that Frau Holle shakes out of her huge fat german featherbeds, you know the kind which is plump and deep, in which you sink and never again come up if you don’t want to.<br /><br /><br />We children have known this for ever. Wen she’s finished shaking she settles them in the open windows in heaven. That why are always just a few flakes drifting down Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11542365.post-89839562361462601842013-12-14T18:31:03.518-08:002013-12-14T18:31:03.518-08:00To see hope and promise in spring is one thing but...To see hope and promise in spring is one thing but to recognize it in winter is the sign of a true optimist. And a poet. Lovely post, as always, Pauline.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787493532006658679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11542365.post-20723704706006196402013-12-14T14:08:56.069-08:002013-12-14T14:08:56.069-08:00So true, I like to look at what is left behindSo true, I like to look at what is left behindOut on the prairiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09548162534362532705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11542365.post-82962635321020051892013-12-14T13:56:16.194-08:002013-12-14T13:56:16.194-08:00I never thought of putting hope with winter, but i...I never thought of putting hope with winter, but it is a nice contrast and I will try to keep hope alive until the spring thaw!! Lovely post. We are getting cold gray rain...no snow.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11542365.post-74142248414831412852013-12-14T13:39:15.273-08:002013-12-14T13:39:15.273-08:00it is to know hope...the seasons always bring the ...it is to know hope...the seasons always bring the reminder that life is cyclical...the light always follows the dark...and in our rest we are not dead but still alive and preparing to bloom, so hunker on...smiles.Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com