0 I close my eyes when I walk up our driveway, after picking up the mail, and pretend this is what I'll see when I open my eyes. The June view when the way is lined with lupines, the birds are singing and the wind is warm. But this is what I see. 0
Both scenes are very beautiful, Margaretha, but perhaps one can have too much snow. It is so rare for us to have snow that there was great excitement when we had it for two days this year. It could well be another 10 years before we see more.
Embrace change even if you want to run from it. Ralph Shrader
stugkatt at yahoo dot com
It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque
Both scenes are very beautiful, Margaretha, but perhaps one can have too much snow. It is so rare for us to have snow that there was great excitement when we had it for two days this year. It could well be another 10 years before we see more.
SvaraRaderaYou're right Maureen, I've had enough now. It is pretty and I like four different seasons - but the winter is too long and too cold.
SvaraRaderaMargaretha