The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
Let it be hidden wholly from our view by pure white flakes, all trackless and untrodden.
Let it be hidden wholly from our view by pure white flakes, all trackless and untrodden.
When Winter dies, low at the sweet Spring's feet let him be mantled in a clean, white sheet. ~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I don't know where I got that from but I think it fits the purpose perfectly.
The birds are going crazy at the feeders. The kids had no school and are taking full advantage of the time off by sleighriding. #1 Son brought over his laundry for me to do - oh lucky me! So besides doing laundry I finally finished the mini-sweater. I did a crochet edging. I needs to be blocked but that will come later for now I think I am going to spin.
The birds are going crazy at the feeders. The kids had no school and are taking full advantage of the time off by sleighriding. #1 Son brought over his laundry for me to do - oh lucky me! So besides doing laundry I finally finished the mini-sweater. I did a crochet edging. I needs to be blocked but that will come later for now I think I am going to spin.
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