Fallen Angels

I am beginning to see that we are all somewhat like angels.
We climb, we soar, we have beauty in our souls.
We have wings to bear us up.


And we fall. Plunge, crash, hurt.

But we leave behind a beautiful mark in the snowy world around us.
The print of an angel.

A reason to love the north

I have found another reason to love this northern part of the country. THE SNOW! I complain of the cold, because, well frankly, it's cold. But the snow makes the cold worth it!

It is as though the world has put on a fuzzy blanket and is curled up waiting expectantly for spring.
This shot was taken in my backyard after we got about 2 feet of snow. We (the roomies and our buddy String) had a blast digging out the drive, munching yummies and bonding.







This is String and I buried in snow. I got the joy of finding out what the term "white wash" means here in Michigander land. I owe him one!


The Girls. The snow was up to our knees and we had a blast making snow angels and shoveling and throwing snowballs. I think my arms are going to develop muscles from all of the digging we did!