I used to be Snow White, but I drifted ….
Twinkle. Nature twinkles all the time. The water, rushing pell-mell over rocks, sparkles in the sun; the leaves dripping with frost gleem outrageously as my breath freezes in the early morning and the grass wet with dew glistens to greet me on warmer days. But I love this line from Mae West, and we have snow on the high ground aplenty, and its nearly Christmas, and I’m dreaming. So here is my picture of snow drifting, twinkling down to the Lac de la Cregut in December.
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So much pretty snow. I fear our East Coast cities are going to seem a bit hectic and dirty after such pristine serenity.
The Bean welcomes a challenge and we hope she doesn’t regret it 🙂
I like to see it…I used to like the first day of it…and then slaloming down to feed the hens and using an ice pick to get back up to the house afterwards began to diminish the magic…
That is a wonderful image Helen – the ice-pick! 🙂
The hen houses were downhill of the house…by a long way!
What a beautiful photo! How did you resist the temptation to run through the field and make a snowman though??!
That was the before …. I can’t tell you what the field looked like after Lizbert 😉
Excellent, it looks like it was too good a chance to miss!! Happy snowball fighting!!! ;o)
The Bean is not good at throwing them – domage 😉
Plenty of practice needed then! ;o)
I used to be snow but your post blew me away…
That made me SNORT with laughter in a thoroughly undignified way … thank you 😀
Almost too much information. I once sneezed at a posh do and unintentionally released a small but audible fart….(do I know you well enough to tell secrets to?)
Secrets like that? Most certainly! 😉