I keep thinking about scenes from Snow Falling On Cedars as the water drips down the roof.
I bribed her to take a nap with the promise of snowflake-shaped brownies.
We worked on spelling her name – which she can now do – and unfortunately, she practiced on more than paper when I was drafting a response to a settlement offer.
That’s my couch.
Everything is encased and stopped in time, some looking like shiny encrusted jewels and others like Pompeii victims.
I picked up a few things at the grocery last night in preparation including a tiny set of valentine cookie cutters, perfect for playdough.
The tree behind my husband this evening is now in the street.
My tulips sing softly their promises of Spring.
by Teaworthy
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