This morning it was minus 2 degrees when I woke up.  It has now warmed to a balmy zero degrees.  So, I thought this morning I’d share with you a few wonderful descriptions of the cold—because sometimes it is good just to hear things well said.

For Anthony Trollope, “It was one of those cold, raw mornings when the smoke hangs in the air and the fingers object to duty.”

Dickens once claimed, “It was cold enough to make a dog laugh.”

According to Balzac, on a particularly frigid day, “The cold struck through one like an insult.”

And perhaps America’s greatest humorist, Mark Twain, once said this:

“Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we’d all have frozen to death.”

Although my favorite of Twain’s is this:

“The captain had been telling how, in one of his Arctic voyages, it was so cold that the mate’s shadow froze fast to the deck and had to be ripped loose by main strength. And even then he got only about two-thirds of it back.”

Have a wonderful day.