title: The River in Winter: New and Selected Essays
author: Stanley Crawford
description: "In this delightful collection of essays, Mr. Crawford focuses on the beauties and pleasures of his natural surroundings and on small victories of self-sufficiency 'in a massively wasteful world.'"<br /><br />"Crawford is a New Mexico treasure, and this book of essays is a gem."<br /><br />"These two dozen essays are written by a master of the form with a precision and a love of language that make them a pleasure to read."<br /><br />"Crawford writes with poetic precision, offering readers a chance to connect with nature, celebrate the commonplace and remember that we are all related."<br /><br />"These are essays about economics of a different scale--about the sale of goods, garlic, and basil and the particulars of running a small village. These simple tales provide a tiny grounded amount of sanity in a country fixated on the Dow."<br /><br />"Any assortment of essays by Stanley Crawford would be worth spending time reading. He is a writer whose company a reader can relish, and his varied topics all relate to life in an unusual part of the Southwest-northern New Mexico-a place that deserves his articulate attention."
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  The Long Ago
  
  
  The Garden
  
  The River
  
  Somehow The River never terrified me.
  
  Christmas
  
  Butter, Eggs, Ducks, Geese
  
  The Sugar Barrels
  
  Jimmy the Lamplighter
  
  Flies
  
  The Autumn Leaves
  
  Getting in the Wood
  
  The Rain
  
  Grandmother
  
  When Day is Done
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  # The Long Ago
  
  
  ### Jacob William Wright
  
  
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  * The Garden
  
  
  * The River
  
  
  * Somehow The River never terrified me.
  
  
  * Christmas
  
  
  * Butter, Eggs, Ducks, Geese
  
  
  * The Sugar Barrels
  
  
  * Jimmy the Lamplighter
  
  
  * Flies
  
  
  * The Autumn Leaves
  
  
  * Getting in the Wood
  
  
  * The Rain
  
  
  * Grandmother
  
  
  * When Day is Done
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
      
  
  This etext was produced by David A. Schwan, davidsch@earthlink.net.
  
  
  
  
      
  
  Then said he unto me,
  
  
  Go thy way,
  
  
  Weigh me the weight of the fire,
  
  
  Or measure me the blast of the wind,
  
  
  Or call me again the day that is past.
  
  
  II Esdras IV:5
  
  
  The day is done, and yet