A winter eden.

My brother shooting floo floo arrows outside of the Village of Waterford.

A feather-hammer gives a double knock.

This Eden day is done at two o'clock.

An hour of winter day might seem too short

To make it worth life's while to wake and sport.

- excerpt from "A Winter Eden" by Robert Frost

If you're familiar with the sport of archery, then you'll have an even fuller understanding on why this stanza of Frost's poem fits this picture like a glove. And...we finished at almost 2 o'clock. Jas and I hit 4 targets each. If I were a pheasant (or the Sherriff of Nottingham) next weekend, I might be fearful.