Either this robe is warmer than I thought it was or my interest in watching snow trumps my cold sensors. I am sitting in our front porch chair with two of my favorite things: my journal and coffee. Watching through the densely falling clumps is like watching a movie through a fuzzy television screen. Dozens of red berries still hang on a stout sprawling tree in our front yard. Snow stacks on branches and berries alike making it into a lovely post-Christmas decoration. Across the street from our little house is a wooded ravine. In the summer time, the green is too thick to see the houses on the other side, but today the white is too thick to see much more than a window.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Good Morning
Either this robe is warmer than I thought it was or my interest in watching snow trumps my cold sensors. I am sitting in our front porch chair with two of my favorite things: my journal and coffee. Watching through the densely falling clumps is like watching a movie through a fuzzy television screen. Dozens of red berries still hang on a stout sprawling tree in our front yard. Snow stacks on branches and berries alike making it into a lovely post-Christmas decoration. Across the street from our little house is a wooded ravine. In the summer time, the green is too thick to see the houses on the other side, but today the white is too thick to see much more than a window.
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no pictures :(
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