That was ages ago, now. Another lifetime, so it seems. It has been years since I last laid eyes on snow, or touched it with my bare fingers, or caught it on my tongue. It has been years since hearing the deafening silence of a world under snow, and the crunch of boots on a well-beaten path of snow. Too many years.
|She was grumpy because no one would go on the sledding hill with her;)|
|Because I only had powder to work with, it took me over an hour to construct this little guy. Yes, I brought the carrot from home.|
|To top it all off, this was my Christmas present from my sweet husband: a painting of a snowy Chinese street, done by an artist in Beijing. Love!|