Snow White

We got a little snow here in Chicago yesterday.... Leo had the most fun out of anyone, I think. He rolled and rolicked and had himself mostly buried at one point. I actually had to drag him back into the house. Silly beastie. I wish we could have attached a plow to his hind legs and let him run up and down the sidewalks- my own self-propelled snow blower. I'm going to have to work on that.

That you can see my feet here (well, almost) is actually a feat.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,

And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed all friends shutout,
the housemates sit around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windware stake, or tree, or door.

Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,

On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreats;
A swan-like from invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret overtops the work.

And when his hours are numbered, and the world
In all his own retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
(The Snow Storm, Ralph Waldo Emerson)

The demon dog is working on creating his own bit of natural architecture. I'm still thinking about the whole snow-dog-plow thing.