It's not often that we have this much snow, so are taking one more look before it's gone.
The girls are back in the window from whence they came. They are tucked back
into their old familiar cans where they will feel secure until the final work is done.
One of my favorite passages from Willa Cather in Death Comes For the Archbishop
has to do with things made by the human hand.
"The thick clay walls had been
finished on the inside by the deft palms of Indian women, and had that irregular
and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand."
The Granddaughter's Snow Bear... "that irregular and intimate quality."
I love it!
Thanks for stopping by our snowy woods this morning. Take care
and keep your feet warm. Spring is on the way!