The cold, falling rain is keeping rhythm on the window at my back. All day. Hours and hours, it is damp, cold and grey. Yet the remaining snow is white and live against the bleakness. Trying its best to survive. It is spring, and it cannot remain. Its icy grip is in vain.
the trees look like they are strung with pearls...so pretty but nice to be inside...
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ReplyDeleteJust popped by to say thank you for visiting my blog and leaving a comment about my envelope cushion, you have some great ideas!
I've just been having a giggle at your toilet seat post, who knew there were so many types!!!
Love the road pics, especially the autumnal one.
Mel xxx
A final farewell to ice and snow with a melting crystalline tear until later in the year, as evergreens await other greens.
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary E. Have a fun trip!
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