WINTER ART LAST

“Out of the blossom of the air.
Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken
Over the woodlands brown and bare
Silent and soft and slow descends the snow.”  H. W. Longfellow
It start snowing a few light snow flakes on my walk.  It always seems magical at first.  I sneaked out early while I thought Rick was sleeping but evidently he would have gone with me so we will give it a go to-morrow morning.
I do love walking in the snow but am thankful that it will not end up a huge pile.  We would not have deers looking in our windows but maybe a squirrel or cat or even a small bird.
Rick arrived safely home last just as we were settling into bed.  We had had an exhausting day dad and  we were sure he had too.
Sandra and Randy invited us out to lunch at the White Spot.
Randy laughing at me.  Ha ha I cut me out!  Snow drop on the camera,
Over lunch we told stories and found out some of what Rick has been up to.  He had some success at his business visits in Chilliwack. 
He is out to supper again tonight.  Very mysterious.

He tries to explain it is not what you think.  How does he know what we are thinking?


Are children have all found happiness in different ways as so have our grandchildren.  All different like the snow flakes and all beautiful!
My prayer is that they will never lose their sense of wonder at all of life and also their love and care for each other.

Still snowing!  Hockey time.  Everyone is sleeping.