It’s 5 degrees in Nashville this morning and there’s not much to recommend it. In times like these one turns to art for consolation. A winter song comes to mind, sent by my friend Jack Barnwell and dreamt up by the Bard some centuries ago…
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
‘Tu-who;
Tu-whit, Tu-who’ – A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
‘Tu-who;
Tu-whit, Tu-who’ – A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
William Shakespeare, Love’s Labours Lost
Artist: Gail Rodney. More information here.
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Thank you, Jennifer
All warmest wishes, Louise! xoxo
Jennifer, Great images by Gail Rodney. What medium did she use to produce them? Raleigh is not as cold as Nashville, but it is cold enough.
Jack
I love the images too! I know it’s collage of some sort but don’t know exactly what materials. Stay warm – and thank you so much for sending this wonderful winter song and photograph! xoxo
This is only too appropriate during this hibernation season! I hope that you are keeping warm up the hill. We are doing our best on this grassy knoll. xoxo
We have some chilly spots in this old house! But generally doing fine – and glad you are too!! xoxo