December, 1918 
Arthur Loomis Harmon, Architect 
WINTER ISN’T HALF BAD 
Winter isn’t half bad! It sheets the ground for the tracery 
of bare limbs to silhouette against and makes rhododendrons 
and spruce huddle close to house foundations. It reveals 
tiny lingers of vines stretching along walls and sets dull brick 
chimneys to smoking. It lights with new fire the red tiles 
of roofs and picks out hewn timbers in the shadowy stucco 
of walls—and robes this house in Greenwich, Connecticut, 
and your house in St. Paul and his house in Montreal with 
a fresh grandeur. It is cold, ascetically cold, and its winds 
are bitter-tongued; but beneath its chill stars a new warmth 
and even in its cutting winds can be heard the beginning of 
a new song. No, winter isn’t half bad! 
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