I sense a freedom, like fresh, new snow, clean, powdery drifts, dusting high and low -- white, mystical glow. Each snowflake whole, sweet symmetry; starshine's crystal clarity.
Turquoise, this is an amazing coincidence! In Ireland we have just had snow for the first time in three years.We were contemplating writing something on the subject . We are more than happy to allow your brief but brilliant summary reflect on own thoughts on the subject.We particularly love the line; 'dusting high and low'. Perfect. P+P.
Thank you! In Ireland, then, I suppose you have more of a luxury of "dustings" -- when they come -- than we do! More typical for us, here, is the "where are my boots?" and "need a snowplow -- now!" variety. But "snowplow" is not a very poetic word.
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Turquoise, this is an amazing coincidence! In Ireland we have just had snow for the first time in three years.We were contemplating writing something on the subject . We are more than happy to allow your brief but brilliant summary reflect on own thoughts on the subject.We particularly love the line;
'dusting high and low'. Perfect. P+P.
Thank you! In Ireland, then, I suppose you have more of a luxury of "dustings" -- when they come -- than we do! More typical for us, here, is the "where are my boots?" and "need a snowplow -- now!" variety. But "snowplow" is not a very poetic word.
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