Monday, January 16, 2012

Like Icing on a Cake



























Ever wonder how a snowflake feels as it tumbles toward the earth?

"Now if I fall, will it be my lot
To be cast in some lone, and lowly spot,
To melt, and to sink unseen, or forgot?
And there will my course be ended?"


Who could have known these snowflakes would choose to decorate my deck and chairs.


Not unseen or forgotten, but appreciated and celebrated!


From the poem The Snowflake
By: Hannah Flagg Gould

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