In a brief hour or two, the front yard is carpeted with a white blanket of snow.
The back yard has clouds of white on all the shrub branches. Once again our eleven year old pup’s collection of stray toys is hidden until the next thaw.
As I pour a cup of hot Earl Grey tea, my imagination starts to soar.Who would think that a gentle snowfall would make such a big impact!
On days like this, I get the urge to take out a pen or open a computer file to start writing, maybe even make a small book for one of my poems.
Also, I like to look back and read some words that the literary giants have given us on this topic of winter.
Last of all, I choose between The Snowman or A Child’s Christmas in Wales for a visual element to watch.
Might even get around to making some cookies; now, should that be shortbread or ginger molasses? Which would you choose?