Last night before we went to bed we watched the first snow flurries lit by a porch light giving the flakes the appearance of little spears of light. I was mesmerized by the patterns as they traced in the dark. The wind came in so many directions causing chaos every time the flakes seemed to settle into a downward fall. It reminded me of watching the sparks fly in all directions from a campfire when someone pokes the coals with a stick, except upside down. Like flames of a fire, I could have watched this for hours. This morning, the dusting is light but enough to bring that sense of quiet and peace, that is unique to a blanket of snow.
What a great idea with the love heart radishes, good way to possibly get kids to try more veggies. We’ve never yet successfully grown daikon radishes, just the smaller red radishes but one day...
Good luck with the rest of the copy editing! I take it this is not your own book
What a great idea with the love heart radishes, good way to possibly get kids to try more veggies. We’ve never yet successfully grown daikon radishes, just the smaller red radishes but one day...
Good luck with the rest of the copy editing! I take it this is not your own book