Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Mama, It's Snowing


 
A gentle breeze moved through the trees as we sat surrounded by library books. Soft violet petals drifted on the breeze over the area. Benton and Aine ran in separate directions to play in sand and climb. Engrossed in his book, Eamon paused to look up. With utter delight in his voice, he exclaimed, "Mama, it's snowing!"

8 comments:

  1. oh my. we had a tree when we lived in maine that had millions of tiny white flowers. it really would look like snow drifts in the front and on the streets because of all the flowers. so lovely. :)

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  2. The best kind of snow, it smells good and it is easy to clean up!!

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  3. so sweet! i love his observation and those pretty pink petals!

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  4. What a pretty post this is...perfect!
    Deb

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