Snow

:: Snow ::

Some pictures taken by our oldest the other day in the snow....we are waiting on our next snow tomorrow...

"Out of the bosom of the Air,

      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,

Over the woodlands brown and bare,

      Over the harvest-fields forsaken,

            Silent, and soft, and slow

            Descends the snow."

A portion from "Snow-flakes" by H. Longfellow