© Pat Murkland Photo
snowing all over the apple blossoms and green, green grass.
Snow falls with a special silence. We listened.
Afterward, Blake loved walking in our winter wonderland.
The snow crunched as we walked.
We saw where the rabbit had run.
... And where the coyote had loped.
A breeze blew some stray snowflakes onto our footprints.
And Blake said: Life is good.