Sunday Muse

Oh the West Virginia Hills!
How majestic and how grand,
With their summits bathed in glory,
Like our Prince Immanuel’s Land!
Is it any wonder then,
That my heart with rapture thrills,
As I stand once more with loved ones
On those West Virginia hills?
Oh, the hills, beautiful hills,
How I love those West Virginia hills!
If o’er sea or land I roam,
Still I’ll think of happy home,
And my friends among the West Virginia hills.
“The West Virginia Hills”
words by Mrs. Ellen King
music by H. E. Engle

Sunday Muse

Stout-hearted bird,
When thy blithe note I heard
From out the wind-warped tree—
Chick-a-dee-dee–
There came to me
A sense of triumph, an exultant breath
Blown in the face of death.
For what are harsh and bitter circumstances
When the heart dances,
And pipes to rattling branch and icy lea
Chick-a-dee-dee!

Sing loud, sing loud,
Against that leaden cloud,
That draggeth drearily,
Chick-a-dee-dee.
Pour out thy free
Defiance to the sharpest winds that blow
And still increasing snow.
By courage, faith, and joy art thou attended,
And most befriended
By thine own heart, that bubbleth cheerily,
Chick-a-dee-dee!

“The Chickadee” by Ethelwyn Wetherald

Snow Curtain

The sun and wind over the weekend created this fabulous snow curtain over the window on the guinea coop. We were able to enjoy it for a couple days before it gave way to the elements.
There is still about 6 inches of snow in the pastures. We are really hoping that the weather stays mild the rest of the week and some bare ground reappears. Hopefully by Saturday we will be able to move sheep and fix fences so everybody will stay where they are supposed to be. Morning feeding has become quite the adventure.