I never remember a winter when we have awakened
so many mornings to a soft layer of freshly-fallen snow
on the lawns, sidewalks, trees and bushes.
Four or five days in a row sometimes
we wake up to such exquisiteness
Clean. Fresh. Splendor.
Enchantment for the soul.
From our bedroom window
Our Mailbox
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 After the driveway and sidewalk had been cleaned once. |
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