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Big fat snowflakes falllike rain on a sloppy dayand we call it Spring! This picture is from a couple nights ago, but only because it’s better than the one I snapped tonight as we crossed the line from winter to spring.

clay turtle plunged into fire and stuck in a smolder pit Aloha 

This jar of clay to remind me –treasure does live in earthen vessels.

What is this body?lending form to potential –clayto hold dreams.

ashes to ashesdust to dust merciful lightfor the path between

I don’t know how to end this work but to saythe paperwhite was right. 

I like your earrings, I saidso she took them off and I wore them home.

Out the door and down the trails before the good snow melts to ice again.

Somewhere in the mess a light shinesthe message gets through the beat goes on.

In a chirping mass of swirl and swoopthe waxwings stopped by for dinner.

In a remarkably normal winter waywe wrap the year with snow.

lovewrapped as a babycometo walk among usand show the wayhome

The magic of Christmas eve snow falls like sweet grace on my rotten day.

Schlick Schlick Schlick Smackout in the icy darka hockey stick makes contact.

Still walking in the darkbut so grateful now for a turn toward the light

A tough stretch of daysbrings me to this moment and I wonder what next?

In my muddled upoft blurry viewI ever keep watch for the light.

It feels quite good to get the gifts delivered to Santa’s sled in time! 

The mailman said he couldn’t deliver earlier because….. the moose.

My boy just placed a baby chick order to deliver in the spring.

Our earliest sunset has come at last and I watched from my office.

Needing a machine to make the snow is a sorry state of affairs. 

We’re just out playing on ice this very short Saturday afternoon.

We heard the lagoon was ready to skate so we’re here to check it out.