“Make something that you can only see properly from far away or at a great height.”
After yesterday’s poem about the winter landscape, I guess maybe I’m fixated on the #*@&%! snow—and how desperately I want it to disappear.
Today I used our snow-covered yard as a canvas, and my nine-year-old daughter as a stylus, to compose a terse message to the white stuff that remains deep and cold all around our home. Although the penmanship may not be perfect, I hope the call to action is clear. “Melt.” We mean it. Seriously.
The thaw after the last storm reveled some interesting views. What do you think you will find under the snow?
I hope we find lots of green. Lush, soft, fragrant green that will welcome bare toes!