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Quote of the Day: John Ruskin

January 16th, 2011

“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.”

John Ruskin

I try to savor each kind of weather in it’s season, it is wonderful living in an area with four distinct seasons. At the moment, we’re in winter, and that means snow. I love the snow, if it’s going to be cold I want there to be snow on the ground. I don’t go out and play in it like I did when I was a kid, I can distinctly remember the joy playing in the snow brought . Mr Chiots spent some time out in the snow with our nieces & nephew on Friday and took some photos while he was out.






Kids sure know how to relish the weather, especially snow! I think as an adult I relish rain the most.

What kind of weather do you remember relishing as a kid?

9 Comments to “Quote of the Day: John Ruskin”
  1. A Year In My Garden on January 16, 2011 at 6:49 am

    I must admit I could live without four seasons – one or two would be fine – we haven’t got snow like yours any more but maybe we will get it back.
    A Year In My Garden´s last post ..Seed heads

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  2. Amy W. on January 16, 2011 at 8:58 am

    I remember all 4 seasons since being here in the USA! I was adopted when I was 9 months old and my sister was 4 months old but we were both from different Foster Mom’s though. We’re in Winter here as well but we live in Ohio too!

    Amy

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  3. Nebraska Dave on January 16, 2011 at 9:11 am

    Spring is my favorite season with fall being a close second. Spring rains are the best with the fresh smell afterward. There’s just nothing like have the window open in the Spring to listen to the falling rain.

    It’s Winter here in Nebraska and with comes sledding down the school yard hill with grandson Bradley, hot chocolate, yummy soups, and watching the Courier and Ive’s snow fall through the plate glass window from my favorite book store while sipping a cup of hot coffee. It’s amazing that while snow is falling how quiet it is outside and then there’s the crunch of cold snow under foot when the temperature dips into single digits. Yes, there are wonderful things about all the seasons and I for one will never live somewhere that doesn’t have four destinct seasons.

    Have a great Winter day.

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  4. Emily Jenkins on January 16, 2011 at 9:37 am

    My favorite seasonal memory is of my my grandfather. We would visit my grandparents every Christmas when I was a kid, and it was common for us to all go on a family walk after breakfast. My aunts would come, as would my parents, and my grandparents. My mother would tote my brother along a baby-back-pack type thing. We would hike up through the woods or across the corn fields, and as a kid I was always trying desperately to catch up. Hopping through the snow, and often complaining halfway out of being tired (often rescued by my grandmother who would turn back with me).

    My grandfather would always be up ahead with my mother and her sisters. They were the real outdoorsy ones, relishing in the woods around them. Any time I could catch up to them they would hush me because they were watching for birds, and my favorite memory is that my grandfather, due the cold, nose-hair-freezing temperatures would always have this little drip of frozen snot at the end of his nose.

    Sometimes he would quickly blow through his mouth and the drip would fly off into the unknown, but within moments it would be back again. It never grossed me out, it just amazed me that he was always so caught up in what he was doing, whether it was bird watching, testing the ice on the skating pond, or walking to the track to exercise his race horses. Whenever he was outdoors he was focused beyond caring about the drip of snot precariously perched at the tip of his old-man-nose.

    … Thanks El for giving me a topic to write on this morning. My grandfather passed away several years ago and sitting here thinking about him again has made me smile this morning.
    Emily Jenkins´s last post ..Cutting Firewood

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    • Emily Jenkins on January 16, 2011 at 9:57 am

      Of course I got confused about your name. By El I meant Susy. The only other blog I ever comment on is run by a woman named El. Sorry!
      Emily Jenkins´s last post ..Cutting Firewood

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  5. nic@nipitinthebud on January 16, 2011 at 10:13 am

    long, lazy summer days in the school holidays. Especially as playing out until dark took on a whole new meaning!
    nic@nipitinthebud´s last post ..merry christmas everyone

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  6. Jennifer Fisk on January 16, 2011 at 7:25 pm

    I loved winter. There was so much to do which was fun. I kind of still feel that way. I hated summer especially August. Every summer now, I thank God that I live on the coast of Maine which cools off every afternoon as the sun sets.

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  7. MAYBELLINE on January 17, 2011 at 1:20 am

    SUMMER TIME! Although a dread summer now, it was great when I was a barefoot kid with nothing to do but ride my bike, swim, run through the sprinklers, enjoy Popcycles, play baseball in the street, and climb trees.
    MAYBELLINE´s last post ..Summer’s Coming

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  8. Melanie G on January 17, 2011 at 10:57 am

    We always loved to play outside, regardless of the weather. Snow wasn’t terribly frequent for us, though, so when we got it we enjoyed every minute!

    Every now and then, our school system would close for the day after a couple of delays (this was what we hoped for, of course, but more often than not we ended up going to school, even if late). My dad was a teacher, so he looked forward to those days probably more than we did – though we didn’t understand that at the time.

    He would come in and tell us we could set our alarms back an hour because there was a delay – that was always lovely. Then, on the really good days, we’d get two hours! Then, we’d get up and get ready for school.

    Sitting at breakfast – Mom always made something special on those late mornings – I remember just a handful of times that Dad would announce “Surprise! they closed school all day! Now that you’re up, let’s go play!”

    Even though we would sometimes grown about them letting us think we actually had to get up and get ready, it *was* fun to get outside on those days and play, no matter how old we got :-) And it’s definitely one of my favorite memories!

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