Saturday, March 2, 2013
It was a flurry for maybe an hour? Isn't it wonderful to feel joy!
Next day the snow began to fall, large slow flakes drifting on a light wind. The sky was leaden and the earth crouched beneath it drained of beauty. All the light and loveliness were in the snow itself, in the movement and glimmer of the flakes large as wild white roses, in the tide of whiteness flowing slowly over the dark earth, like moonlight or the surf of a soundless sea......Mary moved through the day entranced, for this was not only her first snow at Appleshaw but her first country snow.....When Mary at last reluctantly drew the curtains she shut herself in with a silence so living that she moved about the house or sat by the fire as attentive to it as though she were listening to John talking, or cousin Mary, or to some other music still just beyond human hearing. Or for some arrival. Who’s coming? She wondered. There was expectancy in her listening but no impatience.
(Scent of Water Elizabeth Goudge 1963)
If you like letters, here are some by Elizabeth Goudge. She comments on the changes of Christmas as it becomes more focused on Materialism.