First from Frederick Buechner's "Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy and Fairy Tale":
“You wake up
on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening
before is no longer there--the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire
tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last
fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the
snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as
it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so
deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving
even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the
child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat
faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up.
It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you
ever knew or dreamed.”
Next is from one of my (and many other's) favorite comic strip ever: Calvin and Hobbes.
Enjoy!
And remember in less than a month the boys of summer will be on the field!
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