March. I can never remember if it’s in like a lion and out like a lamb, or the other way around. But I know for a fact that late mid March is a doozy!
New snow pants enable
Face first snow angels
And Calvin-esque small snowmen;
Hobbes, at home, will be jealous.
The joys of a vacation snowstorm.
My daughter’s wish for the day is documented on her whiteboard. Translation: I wish for a small blizzard tomorrow.
Me too kiddo. A snow day is just what we need.
Art, Photography & Design
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
My personal journey fighting acute myloid leukemia
Michele plays with yarn, food, and music in Portland
I started writing when the world stopped listening
...on music, memories & other stuff
musings by writer Eve Allen
....thinking through my key pads
Where I keep my knit hats, my mommy eyes, and my writing muse
Inciting Event Blog
Becky Ross Michael: author & editor
A inward journey in this outside world.
Afthead 