Sunday afternoon. The sky turns gray and fat, heavy snowflakes begin to fall. I open my shutters and hope. For Northern Indiana (as well as most other northern points) the snow has abated us this winter. I want snow. I live in this part of the country because of snow. The afternoon is lovely as I pour tea, snuggle on the couch with a great book, still hoping for a great snowfall. Is it to be?
Lou Ann
