Beyond the hackneyed “blanket" metaphor, snow and quilts have some things in common. For one thing, they tend to capture a moment in time by providing visual signs of something that took place. For snow it might be the passage of a squirrel and for a quilt it might be the Suffrage Movement or Uncle Bob’s 80th birthday.
In the lovely snowfall we’ve had in Michigan recently, I’ve been enjoying the footprints of dogs walked in the early morning hours, the squirrels bounding between trees, ploughs, snowmobiles and hand-shoveled channels to the mailbox.
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Gorgeous photo, Monica. Funny, I was just in Detroit last week...check my blog for the whole gorey story! Now we're back in California for a couple of weeks before we head home to Oz.
How are you dealing with all the cold weather?
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