Great white thick flakes of snow, some looking to be half the size of my hand, are piling up outside, the other side of the French doors; this world does not care whether we live or die but it sure is pretty. I have sewing projects and a tree that’s been waiting to be decorated since Wednesday. Still, I think I will sit by these doors and watch the trees and bushes and bare branches fill up.
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hi peg!
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE your line “this world does not care…but it sure is pretty.”
wow, how true and sublime.
it still resonates in my head.
thanks for sharing!
peace
ken
Beautifully said!!!
Hi Ken and Jennifer,
Thanks for the kind words. This is surely not an original thought but just something that came tumbling out through the many filters.