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One last winter blanket left on the lawn.

This image from my sketch book seemed appropriate for today as we had 5 to 10 centimeters of snow pour down onto our streets.  At the bus stop this morning with Kye, we examined the snow flakes on our jackets, something I used to do all the time when I was younger.  I love how precious and beautiful they are and of course how fragile.  It seems like a cruel joke at times that I can never just pick them up with my finger tips and hold them forever. 

I guess spring is sleeping in.  

Until she wakes up, I am keeping busy with Kitten Face and I am thankful for all the beautiful letters that keep fluttering into my mailbox, reminding me that warm days are not that far off.