Once upon a time, a little girl lived in a house on a hill with her big, furry dog.
She loved to play in the snow.
She'd eat snowballs and make her own snow cones.
She'd sit on snowbanks and suck on icicles.
Winter made her very happy.
That was then. This is now. Well, at least February is the shortest month of the year!
That said, it's a grand time for reading. Visit my other blog, Chopsticks and String, for a look at the most recent of Jacqueline Winspear's "Maisie Dobbs" books, "Among the Mad."
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