We woke to a new white
clinging thickly to all the trees.
Tree ghosts rise above the woods
whenever I photograph through half open bedroom windows
as if they're marching down the mountain
to shelter by the stream.
You might be bored with snow covered trees...
but it's my blog
and I record what inspires moi!
Mind you a warm Caribbean beach might inspire me right now too!
And just because I haven't shown you rusty pups lately...
they're waiting for Handy Hubby who's down the drive picking up
his morning reading.
March daily scratchings
has started with a new strip of natural dyed linen.
For some reason a braided tail asked to announce the arrival or March.