It's a magical morning here in French Woods! The first thing I did was to fling open my window to smell the snow and listen to its silence. Then, while the coffee brewed, I slipped my bare feet into my boots and walked from one end of the porch to the other, just taking it all in.
I'm anticipating the week ahead will be a bit confusing since I am taking a "snow day" from church this morning. I know I'll be checking the calendar off and on to see what day it is.
How will I use this found time? Is this one of God's winks? I'm eager to see how the day unfolds.
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| It's a marshmallow world over the Hobbit Hole. Note the snow gauge measuring about a foot and the deer trail where they have been pawing at my myrtle and grazing in the orchard. |
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| Looks like the bear's picnic got snowed on. |
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| Blue spruce + hemlock + "fake" = The Fellowship of the Evergreens! |
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