February 12, 2007
Snow is like a blanket that
God spreads across the land,
Where wheat and oats and barley sleep,
Awaiting God's command.
It covers all the pasture fields,
And hides the grasses brown:
It gives the bare, gray willow tree
A clinging, wooly gown.
It wraps around a fencepost tall,
And covers up its head,
Then drifts along the meadow banks
To tuck the creek in bed.
By: Ada L. Wine
There is nothing more nourishing on a cold winter's day that a bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup. It's good for the body as well as the soul!