41 thoughts on “Haiku #11”

      1. Or they could appreciate the rare beauty while freezing waiting for the tardy bus. But that begs the question as to whether you can appreciate rare beauty when you are freezing, or whether being in the midst of rare beauty you can appreciate helps you tolerate freezing?

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    1. Thank you so much, Annika! The bus stop at the end of our driveway was at the bottom of a steep hill, and the approaching bus had to climb a different hill to arrive. Even though we could hear the bus grinding gears coming near, it always seemed to appear out of nowhere. πŸ™‚

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  1. You have made me fall in love with winter all over again, Mary Jo. The idea of fog in winter is unusual, reminding me of the winter white outs where there was no difference between sky and earth. I just learned about a new word: gluggaveΓ°ur – Icelandic for β€œwindow weather” which is about when storms rage outside and we are safe inside with a cup of cocoa. It is weather that is nice to look at, but not as nice to experience. Another wonderful post and I love the follow-up comments. Hugs and more hugs!

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  2. Hi Mary Jo, I do like the grumbling school bus! There might even be some grumbly kids around wishing for a snow day. Wait? That might have been me during the last snow storm. Thanks again for sharing your work! Have a good weekend.

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  3. Thanks, Nan! So much grumbling indeed. I remember waiting for the bus and hearing the driver slowly go through all the gears as it moved from stop to stop, like some lumbering, grumpy beast.


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