A MIDWESTERN WINTER INTERLUDE

Snow Dogs

I STEPPED OUT OF THE GROCERY STORE INTO THE NIGHT. The wind was just gently kissed by tiny snowflakes sparkling under fluorescent lights. The promised “storm” that Siri kept announcing had arrived. Laughing, I loaded my trunk with groceries.
“I’m not sure I’ll make it home in this, Siri.” 

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Pictures from our woodland walk.

Hedge Apple Tree

Cullen: Mighty Hunter

Who Goes There?