Yesterday, showered, shampooed and Shalimar'd, I sneakered up and took the kids for a walk in the glorious, glorious sunshine.
Down the driveway we went,
following the footprints of a crow who had preceded us.
Frost feathered sticks that poked through the snow,
fletched driveway reflectors into archery targets...
A breeze too faint for my face to feel set the oak leaves rocking like cradled babies.
The weeds that had been in the sun a little longer had dropped their icy flakes into
dime- and nickel-sized plates for fairies of snow,
and in some places, entire banquet settings for winter celebrations...
Blue sky and sparkles everywhere!