I am a child again whenever it snows. For whatever time the world is white I believe that everything is possible. It is so quiet - so soft - so peaceful. I don't apologize for this - since I have to put up with the warm/hot weather to get to the cool/cold I figure everyone can deal with it. This is my time of year.The number of bird prints on the patio yesterday was amazing - you never see those without the snow. It was like a million little runes or math calculations running in a wallpaper design of hieroglyphics that only the avian population could decipher.
We will trek today - over hill and dale and through the wonder of it all. A bit of heaven.
Two warriors still awaiting their head's being attached - it is not always easy to get from the plan to the application - I forget to think "how" I will do something on these guys. So, they are progressing - just without their noggins.
And now - I am going to play in the snow!