On Sunday morning, February 10, 2013, after the Nor’Easter “Nemo,” passed through New England dumping 28″ of snow on the City of Salem, a call came out and mayhem ensued… After a solid hour of relentless bombardment, one participant cried in victory, “I LOVE the smell of snow-palm in the morning!”
The Lake Isle of Innisfree By William Butler Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, … Continue reading
Saturday Socks 