Overnight, temperatures dropped just enough to give a return to snow - I am glad.
Early this afternoon, a beach walk while the bread dough was rising. The geese were not about to take wing while it was socked down to the water. So still...
Even Flossy took a barking break to listen to the little waves cast up by a passing boat.
The old driveway reminds me of Robert Frost’s poem.
Even my sketchbook page is in this gray area.