I hear about snow and bitter cold up North. We are also having a cold spell; “ladies who lunch” are promenading their fur coats, taken out of storage for a few days every year. For us, simple people, an occasional sweatshirt suffices. But I thought it was time to repeat this post – to demonstrate that we can also play with snowballs. Enjoy, Beautiful People!
Are you, Beautiful People, watching your woods “fill up with snow”? A great American poet, with an appropriate last name Frost, had, and wrote about it:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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