"Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-colds Of her garment shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow descends the snow"
Winter Storm Hercules finally made it to our neck of the woods, and it's bitterly cold.
Soups on the menu and my fave recipe, mulligatawny from The Wanderlust Kitchen.
now from North Dakota
If you are easily offended by colourful language I advise you NOT to listen.
thanks for dropping by jafabrit's art
stay safe and warm