The breath of January. Such a gift, tucked into the solitude of midwinter, a time to slow, rest, listen, reflect. A deep inhale. A long exhale. Rejuvenation to start off the year.
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Maggie Mae’s expression is priceless. She looks like she’s saying, “...but, I was having so much fun, Mom. Can we go out again later and play more Catch-The-Snowball?”
My childhood memories of winter are that snowfalls were much deeper then. (Of course, I WAS much also much shorter :-).
How much fun our mom, who was a single working mother, would have taking us out to play at night in the new-fallen snow, while other kids had to wait until morning. I felt ‘special’ to be able to tromp around and leave snow angels in the virgin landscape.
Thanks mom.
Carmella:
These pics you captured oh are they ever so amazing, So love love each one, the one of Maggie Mae, is so Sweet and Precious
Thank you, for the photos, Exceptional
as always❤️