"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf
Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.
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Loads of snow during the night. The flakes were the size of quarters and coming down fast. This morning was the prototypical winter wonderland, especially behind my house, with the lovely little park and allée of trees. I post these pictures so that snowbirds who might not remember this kind of weather can re-imagine it.Labels: Emory House, neighborhood
posted by Cicily Corbett | 12:07 AM
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