To a Mouse.

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

-- Robert Burns (1785)


Today it snowed all day.

It is still snowing.

Today is also Burns Night. Robert (Rabbie) Burns is widely thought of as Scotland's national poet, and is famed for his use of Scottish dialect in his writing. Every year Scotland celebrates him with Burns Suppers on his birthday, 25 January, which basically is an evening consisting of lots of whisky, haggis and bagpipes.

Not really my cup of tea ... Och, it's such a wee shame that I'm snowed in ...!