The Finland of the Year

These are the days that Reindeer love
And pranks the Northern star—
This is the Sun’s objective,
And Finland of the Year.

Emily Dickinson

I do NOT love these days, but Emily did. And so do many of my friends, passionately. But I’ll buy “Finland of the year” — because I loved Helsinki when I was there, and it was winter then as it is now.

Helsinki itself could not be more smothered in snow, more exclusively black and white, than the Berkshires these days, where I go grumping around like a sore-headed bear, angry at the endless snowstorms.

Well, I loved Helsinki, and I love my friends. So for both of their sakes, city and friends, I will try to borrow their eyes to see winter beauty that eludes my own. Hmmmm — is that a reindeer I see hiding under that branch?

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6 Responses to The Finland of the Year

  1. fb says:

    I think you hit the nail on the head with this post. The nice reindeer is really hiding from the foul weather we have been getting this winter. Too early and too often. But to digress, Helsinki is a delight.

  2. Barbara says:

    All I can think of is “Now is the winter of my discontent . . .” This winter is bringing out the worst in me – Martin goes out snowshoeing – I go about whining. Yes, while the snow is falling, it is beautiful, but the accumulation is now so great that I can hardly see out of the windows. Enough already!

    • Touch2Touch says:

      Well, basically I’m with you, Barbara. I go around grump, grump, grump. But since there’s nothing to be done about it, I’m trying the “borrowed eyes”, think Helsinki approach. (Emily Dickinson was a flake, but who knew that meant she was a snowflake!)

  3. Barbara says:

    I feel as though Minnesota has moved to New England. I find such terrible cold (this morning it was -5 at 6:30, when I awoke) an abomination.

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