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, …
January 2, 2018
by jenniferpuryear