Snow is one of my most favorite things. I am ecstatic when the first flakes fall and wish fervently for snow on my birthday at the beginning of December. 591 more words
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by Robert Frost
We had a swaying silver birch in our front yard. During an ice storm, the three branches curved, stuck to ice like spider legs. 89 more words
Earlier this year I saw an online lecture by an Irish archeologist Michael Gibbons who specialises in Irish pilgrimage traditions.
His talk is mainly about pilgrimage sites in Ireland but especially at the beginning there are several references to, and photographs of, ogham stones. 184 more words